#we had to find our way out while also finding another mango for some reason

[cerise-on-top]

could you write about Laswell and Farah having a s/o that loves to cook/bake?

Hey! Yeah, sure!

Farah and Laswell with an S/O that Loves to Cook and Bake

Farah: She can be a pretty big eater, actually. She can’t always be, and she doesn’t need too much food either, having learned fairly early on how to get by with very little food, but if she found something really good, and there was plenty of it as well, then she could just dig right in and eat two plates full worth of food. She loves the fact that you know how to cook, and cook well as well. Considering her past, there wasn’t always an abundance of food in her life, and fairly often the food she did get to eat wasn’t very good, so she can definitely appreciate you cooking her a good, nutritious and healthy meal. Will eat your food right up and tell you just how good it is every time, telling you how grateful she is to have you as well. While she won’t always be able to conjure up all the necessary ingredients, you can count on her to bring you some of the things she finds, knowing fully well that you can make something incredible with it. Although she isn’t too big on sweets, she will eat the occasional piece of cake or cookie you make. It won’t happen too often, since she can’t afford to gain too much weight, but she’ll eat it. She’s more likely to take your baked goods and distribute them to her fighters as a small morale boost. All of them know you by now and that you’re a great cook and baker, so everyone always looks forward to what you make. Either way, even if she doesn’t often have the time to do so, Farah loves helping you out whenever she can. Sometimes, when nothing urgent is going on, she might play around with you in the kitchen as well. Putting some flour on your nose, for example, while laughing a bit at your reaction. She won’t waste resources like that often, but she is down to clown around with you when she can.

Laswell: While she may not be the greatest cook out there, she can make some decent meals. She used to have a better feeling for it while she was studying at university and didn’t have the money to just buy some fancy food. Back then she would cook for herself fairly regularly, but these days she doesn’t have the time or energy to cook for herself anymore. She never was into baking either, though. Laswell can appreciate you, who loves cooking and baking, a lot. While she won’t always let you cook on your own, she does love helping you out when she can, there might be times where she can botch just how much of a specific spice goes into the meal. It’s better if you do it. However, you can tell her to do just about anything else, though, and she will. Doesn’t complain about it either, it’s the least she could do when you’re preparing such wonderful meals for yourself and her. Always compliments you on your cooking since it’s always a treat. Like Farah, she will also help you out while baking. She has even less of a clue how to make a good cake, but she can stir the mixture until it has a nice texture and add some ingredients according to you. As she doesn’t have the best feeling for how much goes in, she always uses a small scale you have lying around. When the cake goes into the oven, she usually stays behind a minute or two to watch it for a bit. However, she’s also the one who usually checks up on it to see if everything is going well or if the heat needs to be readjusted. She won’t do so without your okay, though. Once the cake is done she’ll always be the one to take it out, afraid of you burning your hand. Laswell is more inclined to eat sweets than Farah, so she’ll always eat a piece of cake or maybe a cupcake if you’ve made some. Gives you a kiss afterwards if your sweet good turns out especially good, which is almost always in her eyes.

#cod #cod x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #I don't really have any funny or mildly interesting anecdotes today #except I dreamt about CoD again yesterday! I dreamt about getting lost in a mall with König and Horangi #we had to find our way out while also finding another mango for some reason #no cooking related adventures though since I can't cook to save my life #well that isn't true I have cooked before without burning the kitchen down #I'd even go as far as to say that my Krautfleckerl were fairly decent as well #man now I really want some Krautfleckerl but alas no Kraut or Fleckerl today #I think I'm gonna post twice today since the next request is also fairly short #plus I wanna get those requests out of my inbox I wanna rest up a bit again #so I might post twice tomorrow as well even if I think it matters to no one #oh well time to get back to writing

[missspringthyme]

March 15th, 2024

I got very little sleep because I went to bed in the morning, but I woke up about an hour after the notes from my supervisor came back. There were 10 notes, but reading them was an immense feat of mental strength and courage. My rejection sensitivity is going off the rails here lol.

I spent most of today forcing myself to read the notes, and then breaking them down so they felt more manageable. Most of them were quick fixes, but even a singular wording change in a sentence felt like a herculean task.

At a certain point, everyone in the kitchen started discussing these chocolate protein puddings that are sold that are actually incredibly fucking delicious. Health versions of food is usually worse than the regular versions, this is an exception. German-american and I absolutely adore them, the boys had never tried them, so we all decided to march down and grab some pots for all of us.

At the grocery store I also found out they sell mango lassis which is crazy, so I bought one in addition to some other groceries I need. My regular muesli has been missing for a little while now and I'm a little concerned that it's not coming back.

We all sat around the table and enjoyed our pots of pudding, the boys agreed that it was pretty damn good, but for some reason, TCA got vanilla instead of chocolate. Afterwards, german-american got us to watch the Taylor Swift eras tour movie. Everyone protested but it ended up being kinda fun, ironically the person who complained the most (authentic Australian) ended up being the most invested.

I worked on the proposal notes while it played, but I ended up getting stuck on what that had been causing me issues even before I had sent the first draft to my supervisor. I had found next to no papers discussing a specific aspect of connectivity in the basal ganglia except for one published in 2001. My supervisor then commented and said that what I had described was a bit of an older way of viewing the concept and that the second supervisor had actually worked on the newer way of thinking so I should probably change it. In his note, he referenced a paper that no matter how hard I tried I could not find. I was ready to bash my computer into a wall, and nothing was being helped by being severely sleep deprived.

As I stared into the wall ahead of me, authentic Australian looked over and asked me if I was alright. He convinced me to either (a) go to bed and finish in the morning or (b) go take a shower and come back to it. I chose option b.

I had been trying to save my shower for after the proposal was done, as a treat, but it was the right choice to make. I listened to some Starstruck and let my eyes take a rest. If I look in the mirror, all my capillaries have burst.

I came back refreshed and ready to take on the final note. One reference and one sentence, that's all I needed to do. Magically I found everything I needed after the shower, and everything flowed pretty easily.

Submitting the proposal was a victory I celebrated by watching the rest of the concert. By the time we got to the end, authentic Australian, german-american, and I were the only ones left. Only after the credits rolled, we realized there was another 30 minutes of the 'acoustic version' or something. I dipped out then and finally got to sleep.

#march #roommates #thesis

[otakusmart]

#isnarutopopularinindia #isnarutostillpopularin2021 #isnarutostillpopularin2022 #reasonswhynarutoisthebestanime #whyisnaruto16 #whyisnarutosopowerful #whynarutoisbad #whynarutoisbannedinindia #whyshouldiwatchnarutoshippuden

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Confessions | El Profesor

Requested by anon:  can i request a lcdp imagine where the reader likes the professor and she confesses nights before the heist but he wants to stay true to his relationship rule so she is heartbroken so she doesn’t want to talk to him and when the heist comes she doesn’t eat and sleep and he gets really worried about her so he expresses his true feelings to her

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: mention of a gun, not eating/drinking, angst

Note: takes place in the first season! Hope you like it, enjoy! xx

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You were in a difficult position. On one hand you wanted to wait until everything was over. On the other hand you were unsure if you would make it out alive. You knew about his rule not to engage any relationships of any kind and he took it very seriously, but the thing was you absolutely him to death and you were willing to take that risk. So here you were, about to confess your feelings for him.

You waited until everyone had left the classroom and took a deep breath. You had clammy hands and you were lightly trembling. 

‘I- uhm.. Can I talk to you for a minute?’ you asked the Professor. He turned around, away from his chalkboard with raised eyebrows. His glasses had slipped down his nose a little, so he pushed them up. You found it adorable. Just like how he scrunched his nose whenever you talked to him.

‘Sure. Did I talk too fast or was I not clear about something?’ he stuttered. He instantly started doubting himself if he had indeed missed anything he was supposed to explain.

‘No, no. You were great. I just, uhm.. I kind of have something to tell you..’ you trailed off, ‘something personal.’

‘Bali, you know how I feel about sharing personal information. I specifically told you,’ he stated. Suddenly you felt incredible stupid. How did you think this was going to work when he clearly said he didn’t want any personal information shared?

‘I know.. I just want you to know something in case things go south. It doesn’t have to get in the way of your whole plan. If you don’t feel the same, we can just pretend it never happened.’ You waved your hand around, not really knowing what to do with your hands. ‘I just wanted you to know that I really like you. More than a friend or teacher, or whatever you are to me. I think you’re really handsome and nice. So, yeah..’ you spoke.

You couldn’t read his face. You saw somewhat of shock flash across his face, but you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

‘Well..? Am I just embarrassing myself or do you maybe feel the same? It doesn’t have to be a long answer. Just a yes or no is fine,’ you rambled. 

He looked at you, fumbled with his glasses and turned back to the chalkboard.

‘I’d rather had you hadn’t shared this. This makes it all a lot more complicated,’ he sighed and grabbed a piece of chalk. ‘Can I still trust you to complete your tasks?’

You frowned, feeling not only rejected but also very used at the same time.

‘I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking if you might feel the same.. You don’t have to be so rude,’ your voice cracked. Sergio mentally slapped himself in the face for hurting you, but he had to.

‘You knew the rules. I told you not to share anything personal. Relationships make this all a lot more difficult. I cannot allow this to fail. I made those rules for a reason,’ he said. It was like a slap in the face. He didn’t even have the respect to tell you a) if he did or did not feel the same, but also b) to look you in the eye.

‘Yeah, you mentioned that, twice, but the least I deserve is an answer to my face. I guess that answers my question. Just forget I said anything.’

Obviously, that was impossible for the both of you. The next few days were awkward and very uncomfortable. You tried listening to everything The Professor was saying, but you couldn’t look at him. You did notice him staring at you once every while, making Berlin tease you and Denver tease him. You found it all very embarrassing and couldn’t wait until you were inside the bank to escape his face.

-

Everything went according to plan. You got in, locked everyone out and had now been inside for almost 2 days. You loved every part of it. The tension with Berlin got out of hand for a while, but soon after the storm blew over and you were back in the game.

‘Are you okay? You haven’t eaten since yesterday..’ Nairobi asked you, genuine concern written over her face. It was true. You weren’t hungry or thirsty so you hadn’t eaten. Usually you had a great appetite, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat. Everyone noticed, though. Including Sergio. He noticed you were always wandering around the halls, not even sleeping. He was incredibly worried and felt like an idiot for behaving the way he did. He sat behind his computers, fidgeting with his hands, wanting to do something.

‘Yeah, fine. Just got a lot on my mind, is all,’ you nodded at her. She didn’t look convinced in the slightest, so she grabbed a sandwich and handed it to you.

‘I want this eaten in an hour. If you’ve not eaten it I will push it down your throat,’ she sternly told you. You chuckled.

‘Yes, mother.’

As soon as she left, you threw it back in the fridge. When you heard yelling in the hallway, you grabbed your weapon and braced yourself for what you would find. Berlin was obviously yelling loudly again, threatening to shoot Arturo. Same shit different day.

-

It was now two days later and you had eaten a little bit more than one sandwich since Nairobi basically forced you to eat. You looked a lot more tired, your energy level had dropped to -4 and you were phisically and mentally exhausted. You looked like shit, to say it lightly. Sergio had grown more and more worried, telling the others to keep an even closer eye on you.

‘Drop the gun,’ you told Berlin, who had his gun pointed at Denver. He only smirked. ‘Denver, you too. I’m not fucking around. We need each other. We can’t just keep shooting at one another just because we’re stressed. Think for once, damn it.’ You raised your voice gradually as you spoke.

Berlin raised his eyebrows at you. His eyes flickered from your gun to Denver, who was about to burst with anger. As you held out your gun, the strength in your arms weakened. You tried your best holding up the gun, but when you focussed on your arms, your vision got blurry. When you tried focussing your vision again, your arms started trembling.

‘Berlin, please,’ you sighed. Your mouth got incredibly dry all of a sudden and your speech turned more into slurs. You felt yourself getting weaker by the second and this child’s play cost too much of the little energy you had left. Denver quickly lowered his gun when he saw you sway back and forth.

‘Bali? Bali!’ You saw him rushing to you, just like Berlin before your vision turned completely black and you fell to the floor.

-

‘We told her to eat! It’s not our damn fault. She’s too stubborn to listen.’ 

Your hearing slowly came back before you could open your eyes. You felt someone hold your hand while someone else was on the phone.

‘No, of course not... Yes, we did that already. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up,’ the voice came closer, ‘I think she’s waking up, hold on.. Bali, honey, can you hear me?’ 

You nodded lightly before slowly opening your eyes. Moskú held the phone while Rio held your hand. You were in the office, laying on one of the couches. You had an IV in your arm and a bag of liquid hung next to the window. You waved to the camera in the corner, letting The Professor know you were in fact alive.

‘He wants to talk to you.. We’ll give you some privacy while you two talk. When you’re done, just give us a call,’ he smiled and handed you the phone.

‘Thank you, guys. For everything,’ you tried smiling, but you were still too weak. They gave you a kiss on the head and left to the hallway.

‘Starving yourself? Really?’ Was the first thing you heard when you held the phone to your ear. You groaned loudly.

‘No, I just wasn’t hungry. Adrenaline, probably,’ you muttered. ‘Why do you care anyway? It’s not like I’m any good use compared to the others.’

‘Are you serious? You and Berlin are the leaders of this entire plan, Bali. How could you be so stupid?! We need you and we need you alive. Too many people have died already, I can’t loose you too,’ he stuttered. You heard his jagged breath.

‘Are you done?’ you asked, not wanting to deal with his whining anymore.

‘I’m sorry..’ he sighed, ‘You scared me. I thought I was going to loose you, Y/N.’

Your breathing stopped for a second and you sat up. He never called anyone by their actual names. You didn’t even know he knew yours.

‘Why did you call me that?’ you asked, heart beating loudly in your chest. ‘You said no personal details or any information.’

‘I know.. I just had to know your name. God, I want to know everything about you. Your favourite breakfast, your favourite country, what your goals in life are.. I want to know it all. And that scares me. I’ve never had this urge to get to know someone as much as you. You’re perfect in every way and I almost lost you,’ he confessed. Your felt your heart flutter and you turned your head to look into the camera.

‘What are you saying?’ you asked him, hoping to finally hear want you’ve wanted to hear for the past two weeks.

‘I.. I like you. A lot. And I was too scared to tell you because I’ve never felt anything like this before for anyone. I was so rude to you and you don’t deserve that. Please forgive me?’ he asked hopefully. You couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips.

‘Waffles with strawberries, kiwi’s and mango,’ you answered.

‘What?’ he asked, completely confused by your answer.

‘My favourite breakfast,’ you winked into the camera. You heard him let out a laugh on the other end of the line, making you smile as well.

‘So, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?’ you whispered.

‘Sergio. Sergio Marquina.’

‘Nice to meet you Sergio. Now, get me out of here. I want to go to the beach.’

#la casa de papel #lcdp #lcdp imagine #el professor x reader #el professor imagine #alvaro morte #lcdp x reader

[truglori]

Homebody (Ch.2)

Summary: Amiyah is the younger sister of local drug dealer (Durkio). Shy and reserved she keeps to herself and stays out the way. But lately she began to find interest in his right hand man/ best friend (Erik Stevens). Wanting to get him to notice her she discovers that he already had her wrapped around his finger without even trying! There was only a few problems that kept her away from her fantasies , her brother that controlled almost every single breath she took and would kill anyone who looked at her that way and lastly Eriks girlfriend, Alexis , who they called the queen of the hood according to her lavish lifestyle as well as being with the next newest top boy in the making. While Alexis was his girl to the streets all Amiyah wanted to do was be his Homebody...

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Thick Black OC

Warnings: Language

“Girl and when did all of this go down again?”

Amiyah laughed as she told her best friend , Kelley, about what took place between her and Erik. Kelley was someone who she met when she first started working at the boutique at the age of nineteen. She was only two years older than her. One day they decided to go get lunch together and found themselves hitting it off and have been inseparable since. Now they were two years strong into their friendship.

“I told you about three night’s ago. You would’ve known earlier if you would actually come to work.” She replied smartly while placing a jacket back on to the rack.

“And why am I just now hearing about this? You act like you can’t call me or text me.”

“Well that’s because I wanted to tell you in person to see your face when I tell you this part...He said that he was going to try and start approaching me more because we don’t speak to each other enough.” Amiyah couldn’t contain her smile.

“Are you serious?” Kelley’s mouth dropped. “Wait where was your brother during all of this?”

“Oh um I think he was in his car. Why?”

She shook her head. “Mmm that explains it.”

Curious to know Amiyah stopped folding the shirts. “Explain what?”

“That niggas only want to get bold when they get you alone. Never tough enough to do that shit in front of people. You know that was one of the reasons why I stopped fucking with Tony.” She spoke about her ex.

“First off you and I both know that Erik is nothing like Tony. That nigga was different and I don’t think he’s scared to say it in front of everyone...it’s just you know how my brother can be.”

“Overprotective.” They stated in unison.

“I know you like him sis but just be careful. You know dealing with his situation. Can’t be running around here being nobody’s side piece no matter how fine they are.”

“I’m not anybody’s anything. I’m just telling you what went down between us and you don’t know how someone relationship look like behind close doors.” Amiyah expressed becoming offensive.

Kelley playfully rolled her eyes dropping the topic while taking snap chat pictures by the register. Our manager, Rhonda, walked out of the back office with a clipboard catching her in act. She went up to her taking her phone pointing it at her.

“Kelley I don’t pay you to sit here on your phone lil girl. Do some work now before I make you clock out and send you home.”

Placing the phone down in front of her, Rhonda went back to doing inventory check.

“Not you acting like you my mama.” Kelley mumbled before going over to help Amiyah with the last of the restock.

They both mocked her words before silently laughing amongst one another. It wasn’t too long before they heard the bell on the front door signaling that there was new customers coming in. They turned their heads to see who it was.

“Hello, welcome Bella Ella’s ladies. If you need help finding anything don’t be afraid to ask these young women over here to help you.” Rhonda smiled at the group of four before disappearing back into her office.

Walking over to stand next to Amiyah, Kelley whispered in her ear.

“Aw shit ain’t that ole boy girl?” She turned to face her best friend finding the answer she was looking for by the expression on her face. She shook her head heading back to the register.

It was Alexis. Erik’s somewhat “girlfriend”. No she didn’t think that out of jealousy because there was some truth behind it. From all the conversations that she eavesdropped on between her brother and Erik, Alexis didn’t really hold a title like she thought she did. According to Erik she was just ‘fun for now’, whatever that meant. Alexis wasn’t anyone new around the block. She had her share of men who had some money and power to go along with it. With the pretty face that she had and the body to match it wasn’t hard for her to climb her to the top where the money was. Most niggas in the hood would love to be seen with a girl like her on their arm.

“Yeah.” Amiyah spoke softly to herself as her mood shifted a bit.

“Y’all need to help me find something. Tonight is date night with Erik. We do this every Thursday.” Alexis held up a sweater crop top as she spoke to her friends modeling it in the mirror.

Placing the last shirt on the shelf Amiyah picked up the empty box along with the plastic contents inside. Walking to throw it out in the back she was stopped in her tracks when she heard her voice.

“Amiyah? Right?”

She turned facing Alexis who had a huge smile on her face showing her pearly white veneers.

Amiyah smiled putting her attention on her. “Yes, how are you?”

“I’m good girl I’m just here because me and my baby are going out on a date tonight and I need to find something fast. I heard a lot about this store and I came through to put it to the test. Please tell me y’all have something.” Alexis clasped her hands together in hopes that her mans best friend sister could find her a fit for tonight.

“Sure. Do you know if you guys are going to be out and about or staying in one location? The weather keeps dropping these days and you don’t want to be cold.”

Putting her feelings aside Amiyah went to work helping her.

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It was around two in the afternoon when Erik got a call from his friend to meet up for lunch. Checking his fit his eyes met with the gold chain resting on top of his crisp black tee paired with black jeans and a pair of white and navy blue Nike 1’s. Throwing over his long gray fleece he sprayed on his Mont Blanc Legend before heading out the door of his condo.

Twenty five minutes was the time it took for him to pull up at the restaurant and meet up with Durkio, who was already enjoying an appetizer. Walking past the hostess he gave a head nod assuring that he was taken care of, he greeted his friend.

“Damn nigga you had to start without me huh?” Erik dapped him up before taking off his jacket and sliding in the booth.

“Nigga that’s because every time I call yo ass it take you a whole hour to get here. I hate that shit. I don’t know who’s worst you or Miyah.” He stated going back to eating his mango grilled shrimp.

Erik smirked shaking his head.” Anyways what’s up with you?”

“Nigga I got a fucking problem that’s what’s up.” Durk finishing the last of his food before pushing his plate aside. He grabbed his napkin wiping off the remnants of the quick meal.

“Oh yeah with who?” Erik turned towards the waitress giving her a small smile after she sat down his water.

“Can I get you started with anything?” Clicking her pen she prepared to take his order.

“Not right now sweetheart, thank you.” Erik gave her a smile revealing his deep dimple.

Flustered from his looks she nodded quickly putting away her pad. “Alrighty, let me know when you’re ready.”

“Damn nigga you tryna fuck on her too or sum?” Durkio smiled sipping his cognac.

“Don’t worry bout where my dick go and tell me about this problem you got.”

“Aight so check it out. You remember how I was telling you how I’m trying to get more products right. Like I’m really gonna be out here next up on a different level and shit. I found a connect who need a distributor in this area.”

“Okay so what’s the problem with that?” Erik sat up waiting to hear what’s going on.

“The problem is Shawn and his people already moving some shit out here. Just found out today. I was been supposed to take his ass out but I been to busy looking for a plug. But that’s not the case. Ole boy Don put me up on game where that nigga stash at. Word is he holding a million somewhere not to far from here.”

Erik figured where this was going once he heard his best friend say he was already thinking about taking someone out. He wanted him to hit a lick for him. That was the reason for this whole meet up. No, Erik wasn’t a drug dealer but he wasn’t clean either. This is what he did from time to time to make money. He would rob people. It wasn’t something that he was proud of but it was a job that kept him well fed when he was out on his own by the age of sixteen. He started out doing a few here and there with one of the boys, Tray, who he met in foster care then eventually Erik found himself doing them alone. With his quick skills and knowing how to tote a gun it became second nature for him.

Which after a while got him caught up but was also the reason he met Durk when he was just only twenty years old. Erik was out doing a job one night that Tray told him about. It was supposed to be some quick in and out job but turned out to go in a different direction.

Erik began putting the ski mask on his head so that it would be easy to pull down for when it was time to go. He sat on the passenger side of an all black Nissan waiting for the right moment. It was about two in the morning.There was three guys sitting on the front porch smoking. He knew that in a minute they would go back inside for a rotation after keeping watch on them for the last three days.

“Listen lil nigga..get yo ass in and out. I don’t need you getting no extra shit like the drugs, leave that there...get the money and bounce.” Tray watched him while he took a pull from his blunt.

“Why you act like I ain’t been doing this shit for years now. Just stay right here I’ll be back in ten.”

He took the safety off his Glock 19 as he exited the car walking towards the house. He pulled down his mask to cover his face. Walking up to the front he took one last glance back to see Tray pulling off.

‘What the fuck.’ He thought to himself as he turned around to see about seven niggas now standing on the porch pointing everything from a glock to an AK-47 at him.

He threw his gun down on the grass in front of him with a certainty that this was his last day on Earth. He knew eventually that it would catch up to him but didn’t think it would happen like this.

“Wait this the young nigga that’s been hitting up all the traps?” Durk stepped down the steps laughing eyeing up and down Erik who couldn’t have weighed no more than 175 at the time. “Nigga take yo mask off.”

Erik lifted up the ski mask not showing an ounce of fear staring him down ,which Durkio saw and knew he had to get him on his team.

“If you gon kill me do it now cause y’all niggas not bringing me no where to be tortured or some shit.” Erik stated getting ready to fight to the death of him.

Durkio smirked. “Nah nigga I ain’t gon kill you. Ima help you.”

From that day on Erik went to work for Durkio and getting at least 8 out of 10 of his jobs done with no problems. Erik shook his head reminiscing about his first time meeting the man who could’ve took his life but became his best friend instead.

“Nigga you over there in wonderland. What you gon do? You gon help me?” Durk asked in need. He knew that there wasn’t no one better for this.

“I don’t know. You know I haven’t did a job in almost two years.” Erik sipped his water.

“Aw shit. Listen bro I know you not trying to get into this shit anymore but you know if I’m coming to you about it, it’s serious. I mean if you don’t wanna do it than fuck it what can I do...but if I die that’s yo ass nigga.”

Erik shook his head. “Nigga stop speaking that over ya life. Told you bout talking like that.”

He was serious. He knew that what you say about yourself can truly be spoken into existence. He experienced it at first hand.

“Yea yeah I heard you-“ His phone rung cutting him off.

“Hello.”

..........

“Yeah y’all need me?”

..........

“Aight say less I’m there.” He ended the call. He looked at the time cursing to himself. “Shit I gotta take this. I need a quick favor.” Durkio slid out the booth putting on his jacket. He threw a hundred dollar bill down.

“Wasup?”

“Pick up Amiyah from work and bring her home. I was supposed to get her almost an hour ago. Don’t let her talk you into taking her anywhere else bring her ass home.”

Erik looked down at his watch and saw 3:35 pm. He still had plenty of time before he got ready for his date with Alexis.

“I got you bro go do your thing.” Erik got up following him out the restaurant.

“Yo Erik let me know what the move is before next week.”

He nodded his head and dapped his friend up one last time before going to his car.

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“Why won’t you just wait until I get off and I’ll take you home?” Kelley stated while chewing on her ceaser salad.

“Why would I wait that long and you have to close the store. Kells I’m sorry but I am tired and ready to go home. I been here since six this morning and my dumb ass brother know I get off at two thirty.”

Amiyah threw her bag next to her on the bench as she grew frustrated. It was going on four o’clock and her brother still wasn’t here. This was the main reason she wanted to get her license. She wouldn’t have to depend on anyone and could come and go as she pleased.

Scrolling on her phone she gave him another ten minutes before she would just get an Uber which she dreaded . It was something that didn’t feel right to her trusting a complete stranger to bring her home.

The bell on the front door dinged as it open. She looked up finding Erik at the door. Looking over at Kelley she had the same surprising look as she did while remaining to eat her food.

“Hey your brother asked me to pick you up. My bad I’m late. It was last minute.” Erik walked up to her and reached for her hand to help her get up.

She accepted the helpful gesture as she bend over to collect her belongings.

Amiyah timidly looked him in the eyes. “Thank you.” Her hand still connected to his.

He showed his dimples as he sucked in his bottom lip before looking down releasing it. He let her hand go as well.

“I’m parked right here.” Erik walked to the door opening it and waited for her to walk out first.

“Bye girl.” Kelley interrupted their moment clearly witnessing some chemistry before her.

Her shy nature exposing itself due to the fact that her crush was right there, she gave a half wave to her friend. Erik following her view finally noticing the brown skin beauty at the register. He saluted her as well and then left behind Amiyah.

Walking up to his Inifiniti Q60 she reached for the door but was stopped. She looked down and saw Erik’s hand on top of hers.

“You don’t gotta worry about reaching for one of these around me.”

She lightly giggled covering her mouth with her finger tips. Not because anything was funny, she did it to cover up her nerves as much as she can. No man aside from her brother showed her this much chivalry.

“Okay.” She got in making sure she was secured before he closed the door. She watch as he jogged around to his side and got in.

Erik rubbed his hands together warming them up as he hit the pushed to start button. This was his first time with her in his car and second time alone with her in all. He looked over and watched her as she was making contact with every thing else but him.

“You good?” He questioned trying to see what’s up as he leaned back in his seat while pulling off.

She nodded smiling showing her pretty whites.

“Damn what happened? I thought we was on speaking terms now?” He joked with her trying to make her comfortable. She was too shy around him.

“I just didn’t know you were picking me up. It took me by surprise.” She finally spoke up as she wiped the sweat off her palms on her pants.

“Yeah me either but I’m cool with it.”

“Well thank you.”

“It’s not a problem.”

It seemed to her as if his voice became deeper and raspier within three days.

“So how was your day?” She wanted to make small talk to try and make this car ride go by fast. Thankfully the didn’t live no longer than ten minutes away.

“It was good...had met up with your brother not too long ago then I have somewhere to be in a few.” He checked his watch.

Amiyah knew where but she wanted him to say it. “Oh yeah, what you have plan for the night?”

He glanced at her before focusing back on the road.

“You tryna keep track of me?” He smirked licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes looking out the window. “No it’s just that I saw your girl at my job today. She was looking for an outfit for tonight.” She let him know that she had put two and two together.

Arriving at the building he put the car in park. Leaning back into his seat somewhat facing her. “Who’s my girl? Hm?”

He wanted to put her on the spot to see what she know since she felt it was within her rights to question him.

“I don’t know what’s her name again? Amber or Ashley? Something like that.” She was being petty now.

Erik laughed picking up the jealousy that she was dropping. But he was going to play along.

“Nah her name is Alexis.”

“Oh yeah her.” She tried her best to make herself seem unbothered.

“You help her find something nice for me?” Erik knew what he was doing, he just wanted to see how far it would go.

“I don’t know you’ll have to wait until tonight. Bye Erik. Thanks for the ride.” She grabbed her purse reaching for the door when she felt his hand grab her forearm. Facing him she saw that his eyes were on her.

“Why you seem upset all of a sudden? What I do?”

“I’m not upset I just want go inside. I’ve been up all morning.” She stated somewhat telling the truth.

It wasn’t a secret to Erik that Amiyah liked him. He caught on to that very fast. It was her body language that always gave her away. Whenever he came around her she would tense up. She could never hold eye contact with him longer than ten seconds and she would always make herself quiet the moment he made himself known. There have been times when she didn’t know that he was around and he would hear her speak but when he’d show his face she was on mute. He knew that her experience with being around men that wasn’t her brother was low. She didn’t know how to express herself correctly so instead she would try her best to become unnoticeable. But he noticed her, he noticed everything.

“That’s not my girl. We just be fucking from time and time but I never put a title on her.” He spoke honestly wanting to leave her with some information she didn’t have to spend days trying to figure. As long as it came from him that’s all that matters.

Amiyah glanced down to see his hand had left from her arm. Crossing her arms she sat up straight. “Why you telling me this?”

Erik shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe that’s something I want you to know. Something I can share between just me and you.”

“Okay.” Going back into her timid state she looked down at her thighs.

Noticing this Erik nudged her chin with his fingers making her look up at him.

“I gotta go. But I’ll be around.”

She nodded her head.

He got out the car and opened her door.

“You want me to walk you up?”

“No I’m okay. I’ll see you around.” She smiled.

Before he could stop his actions he found himself grabbing her hand and pulling her back wrapping his arms around her waist for a hug. He felt it was something she needed. Hell he needed it.

He bent his head down smelling a mixture of blueberry and peppermint oil on her neck. That with the feeling of her soft breast pushed on his chest made his dick jump. It was something about her touch that felt different.

“Damn you smell good.” He mumbled but knew she heard him.

Just the feeling of his arms wrapped around her waist alone Amiyah wanted to moan so badly. When his hand swipe the small of her back she bit her lip. She didn’t know the meaning of what it felt like to be touch starved until today. Never would she have thought that a simple hug would make her feel thumping coming from her clitoris. His hands made her feel so safe and protected she didn’t want the hug to end. But of course all good things must come to an end.

Finally separating from each other she looked up at Erik who was staring down at her with low eyes with that bottom lip tucked in and his left dimple showing.

“ Gimmie ya number.” What came out more as a command than a question he reached in his pocket grabbing his phone. He unlocked it for her facing it in her direction.

Out of habit he kept his head on swivel checking his surroundings while he waited for her to make sure they were safe.

Without hesitation she logged her digits in his phone. Trying her best not to show the shakiness in her hands as she wrote her name and then placing a purple heart emoji next to it. Purple was her favorite color.

Erik checked it smiling at her boldness.

“Oh you got an emoji already. Most people gotta earn that in my phone.”

“Well I’m not most people.” She spoke under her breath.

He’d let her get away with that one.

“ Aight I’ma call you soon. Pick up when I do.” He gave her one last side hug before walking to the driver side.

“Wait but I don’t have your number how I’m supposed to know it’s you?”

“You gon know it’s me.”

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Part Three

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[royadventures]

march 12th, 2022--11:05am

previous log

we're seeing astro tomorrow... how does any of this make any sense 😭

on march 9th, Dami, T and i planned to meet up with someone we met at a chicken restaurant. we went to have pho (which i couldnt eat, cause i was fasting T.T gosh, i miss out on a lot of good foods these days because of that but it's okay ♡) and then T had to leave us while we went to the han river and then hongdae. we didn't stay at the han river for long, but it was busy and pretty ! it was a holiday that day because of the election :]

in hongdae, we went to a twosome place for me to start eftar and so Dami and chicken boy could have some coffee. i had a royal milk tea smoothie and it was good! but again, a twosome place do be expensive 😭

we tried to go where Dami, T and i went last time in hongdae and had that great meal, but there was no room to sit, so chicken boy took us to a chicken place! i think the chicken there was honestly the best i've had so far--the skin was so perfectly crunchy!

we then went to an arcade where i was so tired out since Dami and chicken boy just didn't want to leave. after that, i mentally clocked out as we trailed home, only after chicken boy found another game to play in the street (balloon darts!) and won teddy bears for Dami and i. glad i have something to hug to sleep, but she do be very firm.

we went straight home and thank god for that--it was a tiring and draining day.

on march 10th, i had a chill day. my classes drained me and T had to meet her buddy in the evening, so i kept myself company by going to the convenience store for some ramen (i bought bibimyeon, which Meiqi, an artsci friend, recommended, but it wasn't the most enjoyable thing for me.) and rice. then i was like... the weather is so nice! and i walked around the neighbourbood for a bit. caught this [polluted] view on the way!

back at home, i had my eftar and when T got back, we went to the main street near our house to find something to do. we mostly went to a few stores and then to karaoke! it was a 연습장 karaoke, which meant it had mic stands! but it was still cheap, since its a coin karaoke ^-^ ₩5,000 for 15 songs--cheaper than the one in Busan but more spacious!

these were the final scores! and i got that 100 after singing ex by stray kids. of course i got 99 on the racket boys ost >.<

yesterday, march 11th, T and i went to the han river again because the weather was nice. we walked around for a bit before going to hyundai mall. it's a very very luxurious, high-end mall where there's even someone holding the door open for you.. i just know my mom and aunt would love it there. it has 6 floors!

i had to leave in a hurry then return in search of pads since i got my period--pads here are way too expensive and of such poor quality :c i should've brought more from home! it was around ₩8, 000 for maybe 10 pads?

we returned to the han river and rented a tandrm bike for 2 people. ₩6, 000 for an hour which is super reasonable ! it hurt a lot but was super fun!! a bucket list item crossed off: biking by the han river! but i recommend getting single bikes over the tandem ,, we just had to try it tho heh.

we had some candied strawberry (i forget the name) but it was super pricey (₩8, 000 for 2) and way cheaper in hongdae (₩6, 000 for 3). i noticed there were no prices written on stalls anywhere, so the vendors could've literally told us any price they wanted. i was worried they bumped up the price because we were foreigners, but oh well!

we also had the classic ramen by the han river, but it was so busy and people were so loud, i felt anxious and uncomfortable. we had to eat on the ground because all the picnic tables were taken, and as good as it tasted, it was kinda pricey for a pretty bad meal (₩11, 000). i was glad to leave.

we met Dami on the subway home and had some bingsu!! we tried matcha this time and i loved it. it's definitely a favourite for me and preferable over the mango.

anyways, today we're supposed to go to myeongdong to get T an astro lightstick for tomorrow. she's supposed to come shower this morning so i havent left my room yet and forced myself awake at 9am even though i slept at 3am, but she hasnt replied to my texts so i think i'll put on some clothes and go for a walk!

+ some photos of my room in case you were curious. i hang up my clothes there because theres no dryer !

next log

#in korea #royalog #royart gallery #music box #12.03.22 #Spotify

[akaluan]

20, 99, Ichigo/Xanxus

(20: Teacher AU, 99: Magical Accidents, Ichigo/Xanxus)

(With apologies to anyone expecting a vaguely IC Xanxus: I’ve read fic with him, but never source material, and it’s been a damn long while XD)

Ichigo’s leading his students back to their hotel when it happens.

A great orange-red blur bolts from a nearby alley, pursued by several distinctive men, all wearing identical uniforms and obviously furious; one even has wisps of bluish power trailing from his fingers, clearly intent on doing something to the creature they’re pursuing.

Ichigo doesn’t bother stepping aside. He flickers forward in a tiny burst of shunpo. Scoops up the… cat? Cat. And tucks it against his side even as he lets his reiatsu uncoil from his soul. He keeps it subtle for the moment, just a sense of pressure in the air directed at the men and shielding his students, but he’s ready to act if he needs to.

(He may be a teacher these days, but that doesn’t mean he’s lost his edge.)

(Especially against near-baseline humans.)

“Is there a problem here, gentlemen?” Ichigo asks in careful, precise Italian, even as he adjusts his grip on the cat. It’s struggling, gnawing on his wrist and ripping at his arm in an attempt to escape, but a touch of hierro means the beast’s efforts are in vain.

The men skid to a halt. Glance between him and his gaggle of students. Clearly label him not a threat even as the largest takes a menacing step towards him.

“Hand over the cat,” the man demands.

Ichigo’s students snicker and edge back a bit to give him space, elbowing one another and whispering in Japanese; the clear dismissal seems to bother the men, but Ichigo doesn’t bother to shush them.

(He… might have a reputation still.)

Ichigo hums and glances down at the cat still angrily trying to gnaw his wrist off, then back up at the men. “I don’t think it wants to go with you.”

The man grits his teeth and holds out his — scratched and bleeding — hand in demand. “Its wants are immaterial,” the man says. “Thank you for catching it, but we need to return it home.”

The cat yowls at that, all anger-fury-terror at the option, and Ichigo tucks it more carefully against his side. This close, he can feel the whisper of not-a-cat leaking from the creature; whether it’s a person trapped in a feline form somehow or someone experimenting with a skill like Yoruichi’s, they’re not quite good enough to hide their personhood from him.

All the more reason to refuse to hand the person over, honestly.

“Sorry guys, but I think we’ll have to agree to disagree about that,” Ichigo says with a shrug, and then doesn’t wait for a response. He darts forward. Trips the first bruiser and lays out the second with a sharp jab to the stomach. Ducks away from a grab by the one with blue power and elbows the man in the side of the head. Applies a careful burst of reiatsu to make sure they all stay down, and turns back to his students with the — suddenly very quiet — cat still tucked against his side.

His students clap.

“Don’t tell anyone about this and I’ll buy you all ice cream,” Ichigo bribes them without remorse. Not that he expects this little event to go entirely unreported; one of his students will talk to a friend, the friend will talk to another, and soon enough the whole story will be blown entirely out of proportion and add another tally on his record.

“Yeah!” “Alright!” “I want mango!”

Ichigo snorts and jerks his head in the direction they were headed before their interruption. “Well, come on then. Two scoops for each of you, whatever flavors you want.” The cat in his arms makes a grumpy noise, and Ichigo snorts in amusement as he strokes the cat’s head. “None for you. Ice cream isn’t good for cats, you know.”

The cat growls and tries to gnaw on his wrist again, less like it means it and more like it’s just trying to make a point.

“I’ll get you some tuna and water when we’re back in the hotel,” Ichigo promises as he hitches the feline higher and attempts to make it at least a bit comfortable. Still, he’d rather not give it a chance to escape, so he doesn’t try too hard as he starts moving down the street with his students in tow.

It’ll forgive him eventually, or maybe not.

Honestly, he doesn’t really care.

(Why can’t any of his trips ever be normal?)

(Really.)

*****

“If you alert the hotel staff and get us kicked out, I won’t call my friend who can probably get you out of that shape,” Ichigo hisses into the not-a-cat’s ears as he and his gaggle of students finally approach the hotel. And then to his students he says, “Students, remember your promise. Not a word about our newest friend to anyone here, understood?”

“Hai, Sensei!” comes the ragged chorus of voices, many muffled by ice cream or gelato.

Ichigo hums and carefully positions himself towards the center of his group, letting the bodies of his students obscure the fact that he’s carrying a cat into a hotel that probably has a ‘no pets allowed’ policy. His students are of course entirely up for this harmless bit of rule-breaking, no doubt looking forward to seeing the cat later when he’s checked it over.

(Given the not-a-cat’s rather persistent attempts at mauling his arm, he’s pretty sure he’s also going to need to rescue a perfectly average stray in order to entertain the class.)

At least Not-A-Cat seems to be cooperating. Except for continued half-hearted attempts to chew through his wrist, the little beast is entirely quiet as they pass through the lobby and proceed down the hallway to the elevators. Where they have to wait, because there are only two elevators and he has nearly twenty students — a quick head counts confirms he’s not missing anyone yet — that need to reach the fifth floor.

One eternity later — in which Not-A-Cat graduates from half-hearted chewing to a serious effort to bite through his hierro — and Ichigo has finally managed to usher all his students back to their rooms and washed his hands of active chaperoning duties for the night.

If they need him, they know where he’ll be.

He unceremoniously drops Not-A-Cat on the hotel chair and grabs a washcloth to wipe the smudges of dirt and spit from his arm. “Hope you didn’t chip a tooth on my arm,” Ichigo tells Not-A-Cat as he settles down on the bed next to the chair. “Not sure how that would transfer over to your human form when we get you out of that.”

Not-A-Cat yawns very pointedly in his direction, wide and long and obnoxious, but it’s more than enough for Ichigo to see that nothing’s wrong with Not-A-Cat’s teeth, at least.

Which is a relief, because the more chance he’s getting to look at Not-A-Cat, the more he dislikes what he’s seeing.

Not-A-Cat is hunkered into a defensive loaf, body trembling now that the danger is gone. Its red-orange fur is ratty, with odd patches of white fur scattered all over, one of the largest splashed right across its face.  It looks little better than an alley-cat, which… doesn’t bode well for the person the cat originally was.

“Got a name?” Ichigo asks as he sets the washcloth aside and eyes the room, wondering what he’s going to use for a water dish. There really aren’t that many options, but… he’ll figure something out.

Not-A-Cat very pointedly yowls at him, tail lashing and ears back, as if to say ‘I’m a cat, how do you expect me to talk?’

Ichigo huffs a laugh. “Have you even tried to talk yet?”

“Course I fuckin’ h— what the fuck?!” Not-A-Cat practically shrieks, voice softer than Yoruichi’s despite the pitch.

“There you go,” Ichigo says with a smirk, more amused than anything by the profanity after so many years of Shiro in his head. “Try to keep the chatter to a minimum around my students though, hm? They’re just regular kids.”

Not-A-Cat scowls at him, eyes narrowed and ears back, but all it does is make him look like he’s pouting. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get smug, trash. How’d you fucking know…?”

“I have a friend who can.”

“That friend get trapped in another form by a fucking Mist high on superiority?”

“No, but she has a technique that lets her turn into a cat at will,” Ichigo says as he arches an eyebrow, confused by the mention of a ‘mist high on superiority’ but content to leave it be for the moment. Now wasn’t the time to poke his nose into another society’s definition of ‘empowered human’, though given his luck…

Well. He’d deal with the fallout when it came.

If it came.

(He was getting pretty good at stopping issues before they became issues, if he did say so himself.)

“Why the fuck do you think she could help, then?”

Ichigo shrugs. “If she can’t then Hat’n’Clogs can. He’s good at unraveling mysteries.”

Not-A-Cat’s tail thumps against the chair cushion in frustration, and their voice is sullen as they say, “Fuckin’ fine. Whatever. Name’s Xanxus. If you don’t follow through on getting me out of this shape, I will find a way to fucking end you, trash.”

“Nice to meet you, Xanxus,” Ichigo says with all the weaponized pleasantness he’s learned to muster as a teacher. “I’m Ichigo Kurosaki.”

Xanxus scoffs and looks away, hunkering down further into the chair as he mutters, “Yeah whatever… didn’t you fuckin’ promise me food?”

Ichigo inclines his head and rises to his feet. “I did indeed. If you promise to stay put and not make trouble, I’ll see about getting something for you, hm?”

“Whatever, trash. Better not keep me waiting long.”

“I’ll try not to,” Ichigo says in amusement, thoroughly reminded of some of the ‘trouble’ students he’s had in the past. Whoever Xanxus is, Ichigo has no intention of letting him fall back into the hands of the people searching for him.

Even if it means calling Hat’n’Clogs up to work out a way to smuggle a feline back into Karakura.

Well, it’s not like Urahara doesn’t owe him one for the latest round of ‘fix Shinigami fuckups’.

(They’ll figure it out.)

(Just like usual.)

#local cryptid teacher kurosaki ichigo #with his gaggle of students entirely accustomed to Weird Shit (TM) happening around their homeroom teacher #tbh the ages in this don't work very well since this is Xanxus escaping from ZPB years early #via a mist with a magical artifact and more moxy than sense #anyway Xanxus gets to experience ten years of Belligerent Crush before anything happens #and maybe gets adopted by Yoruichi for funsies #and KHR arcs are entirely derailed #oh weeeelll #thefringeperson #replies

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Chapter 4: Just a Parlor Trick

“—and this is your room! Or it will be, soon, once we get your stuff moved in.”

A blur of curls flew past Nott and dove headfirst onto the bare mattress. Two-feet-two of little halfling boy sprung up, danced around in a circle, and surveyed his new kingdom by bouncing on the bed.

It was—as Nott would be the first to admit—pretty bare at the moment. Caleb had already taken all of his belongings, but there hadn’t been that much to begin with. Aside from the bed-now-turned-trampoline, there was just an oak wardrobe, and a rug. The only other fixture of note was the window, framed by thin blue drapes, currently open and letting in the sea breeze.

“What do you think, Luc?” Yeza grinned from the doorframe. “How do you like it?”

“The ocean is so cool!” Luc’s hair flew around in a storm as he jumped. “And the people—there’s so many people, Dad! That big turtle at the restaurant—his back had a pipe in it!”

Nott felt the ghost of a touch on her arm. When she caught Yeza’s tentative expression, she forced herself to relax into it.

The illusion had held so far, hadn’t it? And besides, her husband already knew the truth.

“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” Then she gave her son a smile. “And what do you think about the house, sweetie? Do you like your room?”

Luc, mid-air, gave this some thought.

“It’s smaller than my old room,” he said. “The window is bigger. Can I put my pictures up?”

There was a box of posters somewhere in the moving van. Apparently, some time in the last three years, Luc had gotten incredibly invested in a semi-popular cartoon series featuring a team of adventurers who solved mysteries in the Marrow Valley. Yeza had told her during one of their rare reunions that the clerk at the store was all but giving them away; something about increasing promotional awareness.

“Of course you can put your pictures up, Luc.”

He beamed a freckled, toothy smile.

“I like it, Mom! Can I put them up now?”

— — —

Jester hummed cheerfully to herself as she made her way through the streets of Nicodranas.

The novelty of such an act was not lost on her, and not just because she’d spent most of her life indoors—the last time she’d hurried down a road like this, it’d been under much less enjoyable circumstances.

But Jester had more tricks up her sleeves these days, and skipping between street merchants and bustling crowds, weaving through the Opal Archways in the middle of rush hour, she was certain she could hide from any watching eyes.

She squeezed the picnic basket in her arms, packed tight with the best pastries money could buy. She’d keep an eye out, too, for that little sidewalk café that did the strawberry-mango drinks Momma liked, though Jester suspected that her mother was just feigning enthusiasm to get her to eat more fruit.

The stoplight above flickered twice, then turned green. She looked both ways, then skipped across the street.

Maybe she should make a stop for sandwiches. And flowers, while she was at it—and over there, a book sale! Now that Jester was finally back home, with the Chateau such an easy walk from her apartment, every weekend she did her best to bring the whole city to her mother’s boudoir.  

Not that—and here she giggled at the thought—Momma needed any help there.

The Ruby of the Sea was busy, after all. Just not too busy for her little sapphire.

— — —

The thing was, Essek’s mother was busy.

She was always busy, and with good reason at that; for longer than Essek had even been alive—and how much longer before that, gods knew—Deirta Thelyss had been the Umavi of Den Thelyss, and therefore a permanent and immovable fixture in the intricate political dance of the Kryn Dynasty.

In another life, perhaps, Essek might have followed in her footsteps and joined her in running the country—though, if she got her way, there was a good chance that he ultimately would. But, as the Dynasty and Empire so far had managed to maintain a tenuous hold on peace, currently there was little need for a person of Essek’s particular talents.

The irony of that statement occasionally made him want to laugh, though he didn’t much feel like laughing now. It had taken a considerable amount of willpower to even drag him over to his desk, and there he sat with his forehead to the surface, lamenting that going back to bed hadn’t solved his problems.

Why was Mother bothering to attend the upcoming Clovis Concord Gala? Not a single one of these coastal cities was closely allied with the Dynasty, and the sheer geographical distance between them made the two nations vaguely aware of each other at best. In fact, Essek had chosen Nicodranas specifically because of how little the Bright Queen cared about it.

Which meant the unavoidable fact of the matter was that Mother was coming just for him.

The wood of his desk was cold on his head. If she were here now, she’d tell him to sit up.  

Actually, she’d probably say much more than that. If Verin was telling the truth—and his brother had always been on his side when it came to Mother— fending off another round of her attempts to force him home would only be half the struggle.

He kicked his chair back and listened to the way his wheels slid across the floor. Distantly, he could just make out some muted shuffling coming from the kitchen, and he had to remind himself that it was probably not a burglar, but Caleb.

Today was his second day in the apartment, and the man would probably need a few days to settle in. Though, Essek noted with a hint of satisfaction, Caleb seemed like a very efficient person. He’d actually…quite enjoyed their negotiation last night, despite how long it ended up being. For just a few hours his fear of an impending maternal maelstrom had been staved off by the way Widogast sometimes quirked his eyebrow while he was reading, or by the way he’d gently tap the clip of his borrowed pen with his thumb…

Essek had let him keep it, afterwards. He hadn’t even considered doing otherwise.

And as that thought crossed his mind, his restful silence was shattered by a crash.

— — —

“Knock-knock, Momma!”

“Ah, Jester! Come in! Close the door behind—oh, bother.”

This was immediately followed with the sound of air snapping to fill a void, then another minor explosion accented by four scrabbling paws.

“Nugget! Oh, Nuggy, I’ve missed you so much—”

Marion Lavore hiked up her skirts and gently side-stepped the slobber on the floor. She made her way back to her chaise lounge just a moment after Jester peeled herself from the dog.

“He’s getting quite big,” her mother said, artfully removing the exhaustion from her tone. But two decades of living under Momma’s roof gave Jester all the hint that she needed.

“Oh, I want to take him back, I really do, but the apartment doesn’t let us have dogs.” Jester sank into a plush sofa with Nugget wagging his tail at her heels. He put his head in her lap and drooled.

“And…your luck with finding a…a new apartment?”

“We’ve all been busy, Momma,” Jester sighed. “Beau is working all day long to set up a new library by the Quay, and Yasha disappears all the time even though she’s…feeling better now. I think it’ll be a while until everything’s calmed down and we can look.”

Marion pointedly did not think about the many curtains that Nugget had already eaten in three months.

“Ah, well. I understand. And how are you doing, my sweet?”

Jester giggled. “I’m doing good! I’ve been drawing and painting a lot by the sea, and keeping busy with other arts and crafts. Did you know people on the Internet will buy dozens of tiny clay dick statues? The Traveler thought it was very funny.”

Her mother’s expression was an ocean of calm. “Oh, is that…is that so? Well, I’m glad to hear you’re finding ways to…spend your day.”

“I brought some to show you!”

“Oh, how...lovely…”

“Some paintings, Momma.” Jester set aside the picnic basket and fished around in her knapsack. The bag was a horrifically pink mess of burlap and loud, jangly pins. Jester had to shove aside quite a few rolls of brushes and capped paints as she searched.

Marion watched her work with interest. “Well, even if you had brought a…the statue, I would—oh, Jester. It’s beautiful!”

Jester beamed as her mother took the canvas, gingerly like it was—and it was—fine art.

In her hands, a stunning landscape of the sea beside Nicodranas at dawn, pale pink light glancing off the tide and a thin breath of sun just above the water.

“It’s for you, Momma!”

“Oh, Jester, I couldn’t possibly—”

“Take it.” She laughed. “I have lots more at home, but this one’s my favorite so you should have it.”

Decades of living with a burgeoning artist had taught Marion not to hug the piece to her chest, though she quite wanted to.

“I’ll hang it up, then. In a place of honor,” she said seriously. “Maybe heading up the stairs? The light there is lovely, and that way I know the most important people will get to see it.”

Jester’s smile could have swallowed up the world. “Thanks, Momma.”

“No, thank you, my sweet. Now, come. What else have you been doing? What’s new and exciting with your…what did you call yourselves? The Mighty Nein?”

Jester helped her mother lay out a feast’s worth of pastries across the coffee table. Nugget eyed the bounty like a lit fuse until Jester also produced a chewing bone, which he gleefully snapped up and began to gnaw.

“I wanted to make sure we didn’t have a repeat of last time, so I stopped by a pet store,” she explained, munching on a strawberry tart. “And we’re all doing good! Caleb’s move went well, and Nott’s family just landed.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful,” her mother said. “You know, it would not have been a problem for them to stay with me. At least while they got settled.”

“I know, I know, but I think since she already had a place, she wanted them there, you know? And anyway, she said she didn’t want to impose.”

“Of course,” Marion nodded. “And perhaps the Chateau is…it would be a bit unconventional for a family to stay here, hm?”

“We did it!”

“We did, but we are an unconventional family.”

Jester laughed, then brushed a few crumbs off her skirt. “What have you been doing lately, Momma? Any news? Any interesting clients?” She waggled her eyebrows for emphasis.

“Well,” her mother smiled faintly, “actually, I…might have something interesting to tell you. I was, ah…well, I was invited to a party. To sing, but also as a guest.”

“What?!” Jester threw her hands in the air. “Oh, Momma, that’s amazing!”

“I, ah…might decline.”

Jester’s elation vanished instantly. “Oh, Momma. Is it…the outside…?”

Marion shrugged. It was a decidedly unrefined gesture, and left a little crinkle in her robe. “I’m just…well, you know I’ve made a little progress since you got back, but…I don’t know. I’m not sure I’d feel so comfortable being in a place like that alone.”

Jester reached across the table to pat her mother on the hand. “I understand. It’s probably just a dumb party anyway, I’m sure you won’t be missing much!”

“It’s…well, it’s the 400th Anniversary Gala of the Clovis Concord.”

“Oh, man.”

“Tell me about it, dear,” Marion sighed.

There was a moment’s pause, filled with the sound of thoughtful chewing.

And then:

“What if we went with you?”

Marion blinked twice.

“I beg your pardon?”

— — —

They left Luc in his new bedroom happily slapping tape to the wall. Yeza had been worried that this would damage the paint when they’d eventually have to take down his posters, but Nott reassured him that getting back the safety deposit for this apartment was already a lost cause.

“There was a…small incident,” she said, as he poured her tea, “involving electricity. And…a mild fire.”

“Oh, man. Did you guys blow the fuse box or something?”

Nott debated whether or not exploding a microwave with voltaic bolts fell under that category.

“Mm, yeah, it was something like that.” She watched him sink into the chair across the table, paying special attention to the way his glasses bounced on his nose.

He hadn’t needed glasses three years ago. He hadn’t been quite so pale, either.

“So, how is your friend Caleb?” Yeza asked, tilting his head slightly at her silence. “Is he alright? Settled in and everything?”

Nott quickly scrounged up her smile. “He is! Actually, his place is really nice. Cheap, too, from what I’ve heard.”

“Oh, that’s great,” Yeza sipped his tea, leaving a little half-crescent above his lip. “I was worried about him. You told him for me, right? How much I appreciate this?”

“Of course I did. And I told him plenty that he didn’t have to, but he really insisted, and…well. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy that he did.”

Yeza put a biscuit in her hands. “We’ll send him a fruit basket, then. With pineapples! Heck, I should send one to all of your friends, for pitching in for the plane tickets. They’re really kind.”

“They are pretty great, aren’t they?” Nott took a bite, coating her tongue with chalky crumbs. “They’ll probably be around at some point—they want to see you and the boy again.”

“Is the tall one still around? With the pink hair? I liked him.”

Nott gave a laugh. “I’ll tell him you said that. It’s been quiet these last few days, you know, so it’ll really be great to have the company back. Not that—oh, gods, not that you and Luc aren’t—”

“I get it, I get it,” Yeza shook his head. “Don’t worry. Like we said over the phone, right? It’ll take…there’ll be an adjustment period.”

Nott set her mug down on the table. Her smile was a little less firm now.

“You and Luc are here,” she said again, quietly. “You’re here, but I…I’m talking about my friends, I shouldn’t be saying those things, should I? I…should focus on you two—”

“Hey, no, Veth. Not at all.”

“But it is unfair,” she sighed. “I…sweetie, I’m so happy to see you, and the boy, but now that…Caleb’s gone, and the two of you have moved in, a…a part of me, an awful part of me, already misses—”

“Veth, it’s okay—"

“It’s not, I mean we’re married—gods, wait, I’d never betray—”

“Veth.”

A hand touched her shoulder. Yeza’s voice was low and soft. “Honey, it’s okay. It really is okay, and I…I know. It’s complicated. I know. We haven’t been a family for a while—and none of that is your fault, it just isn’t. It’s just…been a tough few years, for us, but also especially for you. I doubt I could’ve survived what you’ve been through, after all. And things have changed—I’ve changed, I mean—I snore again, and I’ve gotten used to Edith helping around our house, and…I guess what I’m trying to say, is that it’s only natural…it’s only fair, that you’re allowed to change too. It’s okay. We talked about this, right?”

“Right,” Nott murmured.

“So it’ll be okay. We’ll make it work. And it’s still you, right? You still love me, right?”

She felt herself nod. Then, gently, “I didn’t stop loving you.”

“Well, that’s good. Neither did I.”

This time, she risked a glance up, and saw his smile. Yeza’s smiles were always a little lop-sided, smushing his freckles, and crinkling one eye. She’d made fun of that when they were younger, and let go of a breath when she saw that hadn’t changed.

As she exhaled, she gave a nod. Then a chuckle.

“Right. Right. Of course we will. We’re…probably going to have to enroll Luc in school. It—it’s summer now, but when autumn swings around…what is he? In first grade? In second?”

Yeza laughed. “This fall will be his first year of school.” Then his eyes widened. “Oh, gods, it’s his first year of school. He…I don’t even know if he’s ready, if he’s…wait, is it different in Nicodranas? Are there tests? Is this a good school district, I—I didn’t even check—”

This time, it was Veth who stopped him. “Relax,” she said, and poked Yeza’s nose. “His dad is the most brilliant chemist in the world. We can look up all that other stuff.”

She brushed his cheek with her other thumb. “Like you said. We’ve got this. We’ll make it work.”

— — —

It had started with a recipe for blueberry muffins.

It had ended, more or less, somewhere around the time that Caleb realized neither he nor Essek owned measuring cups—and anyway, the blueberries were looking a little mushy so maybe he should wait until next week to surprise the Brenattos, that way he’d have a chance to get better ones, even though their move-in day was technically today—

And at that point, Frumpkin had jumped into the cabinet, dislodging what sounded like years’ worth of unused pots, knocking down an avalanche of dusty pans.

The last skillet clanged like thunder as it spun to a stop on the floor.

“Mist. Frumpkin—”

Ever the cat, Frumpkin deftly wove out of Caleb’s grasp and darted for the counter. He perched himself unblinking at the edge of the sink and licked his paw, as if for emphasis.

Caleb sighed. He crouched down to reach for the nearest displaced kitchen implement, a stock pot.

“You know,” he began, exasperated, “you could at least help me out with this mess.”

“Is that so?”

He whipped around so quickly that his head hit the handle of a drawer. One hand flew up, he startled, “Miste—Essek?”

His landlord raised a curved eyebrow. With the mid-afternoon light streaming in through the windows, the purplish tint to Essek’s complexion was something akin to a dusting of twilight. His hair was half-tousled, like it’d been mussed by something, and his hand lingered on the doorknob.

“I…my cat,” Caleb managed. “That is, er. I apologize. Deeply. For the commotion.”

Essek looked him over. “I thought we had agreed on silence last night, no?”

Caleb hung his head, and he could feel disappointment coming, undoubtedly with despair on its coattails.

“I have broken the terms,” he said mutely. “I…I am sorry. I understand what that means.”

His gaze clung to the polished floor. Which was why he missed it when the heavy stock pot took on a faint, shimmering, blueish glow. And then the saucepan began to shine. And then a wok, a spatula, a bowl—

All of the fallen cookware slowly began to rise through the air. As they moved, a parade past Caleb’s amazed expression, slipping by Frumpkin’s outstretched paw, each individual pot righted itself, formed into lines, then were quickly and neatly whisked away into the cabinet above.

The doors clicked as they shut.

“I…but that—what spell was that?”

Mentally, Caleb kicked himself. He should’ve apologized.

But Essek only chuckled. “Oh, that was just a parlor trick. An idle curiosity about the…shall we say, limits of gravity. Particularly regarding how easy they are to break.”

Caleb scrambled up to his feet. “But I have never seen control like that on such a grand scale before. Your spell, it—Telekinesis only controls one object at once.”

“Well,” Essek allowed himself a smirk. “Telekinesis is a watered-down version of what true dunamancy can accomplish. I will say, even getting that far was impressive. I have seen your documentation.”

“Gods,” though, Caleb noticed, there was not a trace of resentment in his tone. “Here I thought our transmutative literature was the most advanced there was.”

Essek shrugged. “Please, do not misunderstand me. It is good, for Empire wizards, especially. Until then, I had been under the impression that your lot only excelled at evocation.”

“We are a dab hand at necromancy too,” Caleb said dryly, “if the stories from twenty years ago are believed.”

This actually won a laugh. “Maybe I am the one being too cruel. It was your people who pioneered the earliest manipulations of air elemental magic, no? It is truly an interesting method for conquering gravity.”

“Yours is better,” Caleb said, before he could stop himself. “If you think that a parlor trick, my friend, I hesitate to ask else you could accomplish.”

“Why hesitate?”

And then, Caleb blinked. Somewhere in the distance, Frumpkin nudged his shoulder, but in that moment, all he could focus on was Essek.

“I…excuse me?”

And with that, the spell was broken. Essek slid into a kitchen chair.

“Nevermind, nevermind,” he waved his hand. “And please. Do not worry about that mess. I am not so unreasonable to think that accidents can never happen. Just, ah…you have been a wonderful roommate so far. In the future…?”

“You have my word,” Caleb said. He slipped the carton of slightly-mushy blueberries behind him.

“Excellent,” Essek nodded. “Well. If that is settled, I might sit here and, ah…get some work done?”

Caleb, dense as he was, got the message. “I just—of course, I will be gone in a moment, I’ll just put these things away—”

“No rush at all. I am not in any hurry.”

And indeed, whether or not Essek was just being polite, it did seem like the man was…a bit distracted. Caleb had no right to poke into his business, which was a violation of Section II, Subsection IV anyway, but he couldn’t help but ask Frumpkin to take the tiniest peek at Essek’s face.

Something was bothering his landlord. And for once, still basking in the afterglow of powerful magic, Caleb was almost sure it wasn’t him.

He found out just as he was heading to his room.

“Might I, ah, ask you a question?”

Caleb had enough composure to turn around at a normal person’s pace.

“Yes?”

Essek ran a hand through his hair. “Actually, it…it is more of a favor.”

“Oh,” said Caleb. And when more was required, “Yes?”

“Yes already?” He blinked. “But I did not say what it was.”

“I meant,” Caleb amended, leaning against his doorframe, “please describe this favor to me.”

“Ah,” said Essek. “Right. I, er…”

How in the gods’ names was he supposed to phrase something ridiculous as this?

“I wonder…” he tried, “that is…if you might…would it be…are you perhaps…are you busy this weekend?”

Whatever he was expecting, this absolutely was not it.

“I—no?” Caleb said, out of pure shock. Then he shook his head and added, “I do not think so, no.”

“Ah,” said Essek. Somehow he seemed even more uncomfortable now. “That is…excellent.” It did not sound excellent. “If…well, if that is the case, then…do you think you could…help me with something?”

Caleb waited patiently. “With something?”

“A date.”

“A what?”

“No—not—oh, gods, I am doing this wrong.” Essek actually put his head in his hands, and Caleb once again had to throttle his own surprise.

Then, in a move made by a part of him so bold he didn’t even know he still had it, Caleb re-entered the kitchen and down in the seat across from Essek.

“I think, perhaps you should start from the beginning.”

Essek nodded miserably. He breathed in.

“You are right, Caleb.”

He breathed out.

“So. It’s like this…”

— — —

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Devil’s Sweet Star (13)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

***

Dreams. Dreams are sometimes the expression of our most pleasant desires, our most unsuspected fantasies or our deepest fears. Some of these dreams, without knowing it, even allow us to see a future event. We have all experienced this premonitory dream at least once: A topic of discussion, a person you have never known, a garment that you or a friend of yours wear.... And sooner or later that dream comes true. You then feel like a feeling of already seen.  

But dreams can sometimes also be memories: happy days... and days you'd like to forget forever. And it was one of those horrible dreams that woke you up on that sunny morning. For once, no Ghostface chasing you to shove a knife down your throat, after an endless chase through a maze. But at the very least, between that and what woke you up, you would have preferred this nightmare with him inside.

You yawn while stretching and decide to take a shower. This will wake you up a little before you go to work. On your way, you pass a picture of you and your mother, posing proudly in front the Statue of Liberty. You kiss the photo and enter the bathroom. The mirror perfectly reflects your head: hair in battle, sad look, and weak dark circles under the eyes. But after a good shower and a good brush stroke, you will go much better.

A few minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom, as fresh and elegant as the rose that has just hatched. Breakfast was simple: a green apple and a glass of homemade orange juice. Full of vitamins for a good day ahead. You turn on the small radio and set it to pick up the local station because yes, in addition to having a newspaper, Roseville also has its own radio station. It's a small room that is located at the town hall but it's better than nothing.

“The headless body of a man was discovered this morning at the entrance of our small town. Police have no information on the identity of the victim at this time.” said the man on the radio.

“On the other hand, I think I know who separated his head from the rest of the body …" You said before you bite into your apple.

Imagining Ghostface decapitate a man without any remorse made you wince. Twisted and completely sadistic over the market. It's amazing that he didn't come to see you last night, but in a way, so much the better. Why did this lunatic have to decide to set his sights on you? He could have just killed you like everyone else but no... He decided to leave you alive for his personal curiosity... And you'd rather not even think about the lustful thoughts he might have on you.

“It doesn't matter where you are... no matter who you're with... I'll always find you.”

This sentence keeps coming back in your memory. Even leaving the city... one way or another he will find you. And God only knows what he will do to you.

“You have to hold on (y/n), the police will eventually arrest him sooner or later. It's undeniable, after all... no criminal is perfect. He'll make a mistake that will cause his loss. But for now, you have to keep up with him, don't give him what he wants to see... Otherwise you'll cause your loss.” You said to yourself to give you the strength to face him for the times to come.

You take your stuff and cakes that you brought back coffee and gave them to Jed, Melina and Mattew. Hoping that none of them are allergic to mango or kiwi. At the same time the door was knocked and when you opened it, Jed stood before you, his eternal angelic smile on his face.

“Ready to go Miss? Is... Is this all for me?” he said with a little laugh when he sees the box of cakes.

“For you...And for Melina and Mattew. Just to give yourself strength when you need it.” You answer before closing the door behind you.

“Well, we're going to have to avoid leaving them in sight then... My boss loves pastry and if he sees yours... I think there's one that's going to disappear. Or even all of them. And if this continues, you're going to be our official pastry supplier, everyone in the Journal is talking about you.”

“I'm flattered. And if it can open me up other horizons... Why not?”

“I'll talk to the boss then.” Said Jed getting into his van, waiting for you to get on to start.

He took the road and put on some music to relax the atmosphere. And he is quite right because, if he seems not to have been more embarrassed by the brief kiss you exchanged the other time, you on the other hand, it is not the case.

“Jed...” you start as he humming without taking his eyes off the road. “About what happen the other night...You know when we came back from the reception, I’m really sorry for that. I wasn’t thinking at this moment and I swear it wasn't intentional.”

“I've already told you; I don't blame you. And... I... I didn't find it unpleasant. I would be lying if I said the opposite.” He responds blushing slightly.

“Oh hum...Well... I'm relieved. And... What About Hoggins? Have you made progress in your work?” You replied trying hard not to show him your emotions.

“My Boss, Mr Hembrook managed to find two of the four Hoggins’ old "partnerships" that sank because of him. They agree to testify and thus flesh out our article but on the condition that their identity remains unknown. Apparently Hoggins is like McKellan: willing to do anything to keep a good image. To the point of removing any obstacle in front of him, by all means. In addition to what I have learned, we will have to be more careful: a journalist who came from Georgia to also cover the event also trying to break into the office. But unlike me, he got caught.”  

“Great...what a pickle brain.”

“You can say that. But hey... we're not risking anything right now.” he said before stopping in front of your coffee. “We'll see each other later... good luck you may have a busy day.”

“You too. Say hello to Melina and Mattew for me.” You respond by closing the van door.

You walked towards your coffee and faced Jed, waving at him, a gesture he gave back to you. You preparing to open the door to enter when a man catches your attention. You barely have time to turn your head to face him as you feel a pain in your stomach and screams coming from pedestrians. You look down and put a hand on your belly before you notice that it is covered in blood. Your blood.

“From McKellan: Remember your place in this world, you bitch.” Said the man before running away.  

You fall to the ground with your hand always resting on your belly. You hear a door slammed and a voice is calling you: Jed was still there; he had seen it all. He yelled at everyone to call an ambulance while trying to keep you awake. Lindsey, the owner of the flower shop, used one of her old aprons to prevent the wound from bleeding even more.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Stay with me, okay?? The ambulance will arrive so stay with me! you hear me?? Don't close your eyes...Please...” Said Jed with a trembling voice.

But you felt little by little your strengths run out and the last thing you hear before you pass out... was his voice shouting your name. What a sad image you give.

Your whole life flashes before your eyes and what a life. Your whole life has been pure happiness, a happiness that you often wonder if you deserve it. You haven't done anything exceptional except... be yourself. Nothing more. Everything was going so well... to this fateful day. This day that you will curse forever. You remember everything: the rain, the sirens, the security cordons, this policeman who prevented everyone from passing and... the tears that flowed all over those faces.

All these sounds, you will never forget them. The screams, the policemen who did everything they could and... other voices you don't recognize. In fact... You've never heard those voices. Everything turns black and these snippets of voice, unknown to your ears, became a little clearer. One man and then, a woman, spoke one after the other. And that woman's voice... you recognize it among a thousand. Melina.

“Are you sure about yourself? Is she going to be okay?? Can we see her??” she said behind the door.  

“Your friend reacted very quickly and we were able to take her as an emergency immediately. You can see her... but take it easy. The wound mustn’t reopen.” Said the man, who's probably a doctor.

You open your eyes dimly as the door opened. The light made you slightly wince and once your eyesight adapted to it, you look around before you see familiar faces: Melina and Mattew were there. But not Jed.

“Oh, thank God...She’s alive.” Said Mattew with some tears at the edge of his eyes while Melina took you in her arms, avoiding hurting you.

“Where...Where am I?”  You ask weakly.

“Zanesville Hospital. The paramedics tried as fast as they could to keep you alive. You're safe here.” Responds Mattew.

“Jed arrived completely panicked and bloodied at the office. We thought he was the one who was hurt, but when he told us what happened... The boss let us go. Oh God... You scared us all.” Said Melina.

“Where is he?” You replied.  

“In his van. He... he didn't want to follow us... for personal reasons. But I'm going to let him know you're awake. I'm sure he'll want to see you, knowing you're safe.” Said Mattew.

“Thank you.”

Mattew left the room for a few minutes to warn Jed that you were awake. Poor Jed... He's seen it all. Until Mattew lets him know, or even until he SEES you... he must be in an indescribable state of shock. You're still wondering why he didn't come in. Maybe he'll tell you about it when he feels the need to talk about it?

“The doctor said that... If all went well, in two or three days you'll be back on your feet. Don't worry about your coffee... We will come from time to time to make sure that everything is okay. We'll need the key, though.” Said Melina sitting next to you on a chair.

“I'll give it to you... Thank you very much. I wonder... what he went through so horrible for not wanting to go to the hospital. You respond by looking at her.

“I don't know. Jed doesn't like to talk about his past. He wants to focus on his future and forget what's behind him. He is not wrong.” she replied before seeing Mattew come in again. “So? Is he better? “

“Yeah. He... He apologizes but he doesn't feel the strength to come to you now. But he told me he would come by tomorrow. He promised that.” Said Mattew.

“I understand. Thank you Mattew.” You simply said.

They stayed for a few hours before letting you rest; Melina having taken the key of your café. Mr. Larson will take care of your apartment until you get back. The nurses and doctors came by from time to time to check if everything was okay and bring you food. It's been a long day, after all, it's not in your habit to do anything. After the last meal and the last visit of the evening, you turn on the little TV that was in your room. At least you've got something to distract yourself. And besides you are no longer likely to be disturbed here by this damned …

“Well. I finally found you... after 3 bedrooms.”

God damnit. You turn your head to see Ghostface, sitting on the window sill, passing his gloved finger over the blade of his knife. He wasn't lying, he'll find you wherever you are.

“How did you get here? And how do you know I was here??” You ask grimacing slightly.  

“The news goes fast to Roseville. Everyone is aware of what happened this morning. And for your other question... a magician never reveals his secrets. How do you feel?” He said without looking at you.

“Ghostface who cares about someone's life. While you've killed dozens of people... I must be dreaming. Or it's a nightmare.”

“You know my little angel, I'm still a human being. It may seem amazing but I still have a heart under this mask.”

“I no longer value someone as having a heart or being a human from the moment he kills people for his own pleasure.”

“It's... True. But you should think about what makes someone a murderer or not. You did not answer my question.” He replied approaching you.

“I’m...a little tired. But I’m fine. Thanks.” you simply respond.  

“Good. I'm not going to bother you any longer. I have... some jobs that awaits me. Starting with... to find those who did this to you.”

“Certainly not! It's up to the police to find them! and ALIVE. Not you.”

“In case you forgot... I told you that you’re MINE. And if anyone has to hurt you it's ME and only ME. I will not let ANYONE touch what belongs to me. Especially a face as beautiful as yours. Get it?” He said caressing your face with one of his hands.

You chase his hand with a quick gesture, causing him to step back. He laughed as he put away his knife before he started to pass the window. he turned to you and sent you a kiss that made you wince.

“Rest well... Have a beautiful dream, my little sweet star.” He said before he vanished.  

You sigh, definitely he will stick to your skin for a long time... Can't get rid of him. But deep down... you didn't dislike it strangely. You get a taste for his surprise visits. Maybe learning more about him will help you get rid of him.

And after what he told you...

Your curiosity about him tickles your mind.

***

(And it’s done! I was thinking about taking more time to write a chapter but I get used to write it in a rather short time... But if I were to do so, would have to publish a chapter every two weeks just to allow people to have more time to read the old chapters. I'll see if I do it or not. I hope you like this one just like the others! Good weekend to all! See ya!)

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UnOrdinary Chapter 192 Review

-At least John can realize Zeke’s just a bitch. How long is that gonna last though? We know our supreme king will has no problem using others

-Guys I’m crying. Arlo showing the caring side of him is amazing and the fact that he only really does it for Remi is sweet.

-Remi basically saying “If it weren’t for you telling me that, I would tear John apart” I’m also glad that Arlo and Remi are continuing with Arlo’s rest period.

-Get you a blonde tsundere who calls you by a nickname when tired.

-It’s not a club, it’s a treehouse gathering. Also, not Remi’s fault that literally everyone but you likes her and is willing to go along with her ideas. John admitting he’s new is kinda crap as well, weren’t you King in your previous school, you should have some experience. Oh wait, I forgot, he spent all that time terrorizing innocent kids rather than doing anything Kingly.

-I understand him being skeptical about Arlo, but the Blyke one is stupid. Blyke tried so hard to be nice to you and apologized for what he did. I get you were going through a hard time, but you can’t ignore the effort he made.

-Holden being included in things makes me so happy. I want him to get more focus in the story and develop cute relationships with the other characters (I’m holding out for a Holden and Evie friendship)

-John’s so mad that everyone else still sees worth in Seraphina, not our fault you dropped her the moment she started challenging you. Also John finally got the idea of the Safe House right, just people hanging out in a room. Not so sure about the shitty comment though.

-John just wants people to feel as shitty as he feels so when no one takes it he gets mad. Also proof that John isn’t doing this to help students, he’s doing it to exact revenge on the people who wronged him. While I’m not a fan of the saying “An eye for an eye makes everyone blind” John isn’t just taking the Royals eyes, he’s running around stabbing passerby’s eyes as well.

-John, you have just activated the trope trap card. Because of your foolish statement Safe House will now not only succeed, but make you the biggest joke since the chicken crossed the road. Though if I were to give my real thoughts, I do think the Safe House will start off shakily but eventually evolve into a great place.

-We finally got a name for Arlo’s aunt! Aunt Valerie. Guess both her real name and code name start with a V. This also might be the most relaxed we’ve ever seen Arlo. A casual way of sitting and loose fitting clothing really makes it seem like he’s relaxing at home. It could be that he’s a lot more comfortable with his aunt, probably even more than Remi.

-These two lines...these two lines made me go ballistic. Let’s unpack this one by one. First off, Valerie and Arlo haven’t talked to each other in a while apparently. From the voice comment I’m guessing the last time they spoke was when Arlo was going through or right before his growth spurt in second year. This is interesting for two reasons. One, cause this is around the time that Arlo had to deal with all the weight of becoming King and Rei leaving. Instead of relying on anyone or even calling his aunt for advice, he took on the entire thing by himself. That’s way too much stress for any kid to handle and the fact that he wouldn’t even give a call to a respected relative shows he was dead set on doing everything by himself, which led to extreme stress and a change in personality. Second is that Arlo probably hasn’t been going home for any holidays. Normally at holidays a school like this would have the choice for kids to go home or stay on campus, and his aunt not hearing him in a while could be signifying that he hasn’t gone home during these break times. Instead, he probably spent the holidays alone (or maybe during his first year he was invited by Rei over to his home, please Uru) which worsened his lack of communication and dependency. But why wouldn’t he go home...well the next lines are interesting

-Valerie asking how is Arlo’s father seems normal on the surface but if you think about it, it’s real fucking weird. They’re in the same family aren’t they? Shouldn’t Valerie be in contact with Arlo’s father, especially if he’s her brother. This makes me think that Valerie is related to Arlo on his mom’s side which will be important later. Still, why would two family members not be in contact with each other? A reason could be that the family was broken up for whatever reason or maybe the two hate each other. Notice how Valerie doesn’t ask about Arlo’s mom, could his mom be out of the picture? Either from divorce or possibly death. Could his fixation on finding out about Rei’s death be because his own mother died at a young age. Maybe she got into an accident or was killed? Or maybe, it was suicide. That would definitely break a family apart to the point of no contact between in laws. What if Arlo’s father is abusive and drove his mom to suicide? Maybe Valerie hates his father for basically killing her sister and she tried her best to be there for her son. She probably couldn’t win a custody battle but she always tried her best to be in his life to be a positive role model. Arlo himself doesn’t seem to pleased talking about his father. A simple “He’s fine” and a curt “Great” in response. The two have probably done this a number of times, neither of them really caring about Arlo’s father.

-Why can I already see the two of them ending up at the boba store in town, with Arlo suggesting the mango boba to her and Valerie looking absolutely bewildered that he would say something like that.

-Another weird thing though is the question “Are you still going to Wellston?” Wouldn’t she have already known this. I think it’s more proof that she and Arlo’s father aren’t in contact. Also could it be that Arlo actually moved schools a lot as a kid or that his family might have a more impoverished life style that couldn’t support a high end school. (Probably not but it’s an idea)

-So Valerie’s division just so happens to transfer her to the Wellston area when only a few months ago we got that Ember report stating they’re gonna start making their moves on the Wellston targets. Suspicious. People who’ve had family in the police, are transfers like this normal?

-We’re gonna get our Arlo and Valerie meeting soon and I’m gonna be living for it. I also want Valerie and Seraphina to run into each other and have a talk. Just give Valerie a chance to show a caring side to her and maybe even info dump Arlo’s backstory to Sera. But this is all so when Valerie is revealed not only Arlo will be betrayed, but Sera too. A 2 for 1 special

-What’s this look for though? Is he getting suspicious about his aunt? Or could it be that he’s reluctant to actually meet with her? Maybe he doesn’t want her to see what he’s become. Either way, I’m expecting a lot of drama when these two meet face to face

This entire review was actually just Arlo theories, the Remi things were just a way to trick you into seeing my inane ramblings

#unordinary #unordinary arlo #unordinary remi #unordinary john #unordinary valerie

[thehikingviking]

Chaparrastique (San Miguel Volcano) from Conacastal

We had been in El Salvador for more than two weeks, and so far the trip had gone better than any of us could have hoped for. I surprised Asaka with a trio on the morning of her birthday. She stood outside the window while they sang her loves songs which she couldn’t understand. We celebrated by having a big pool party with Erick and his family. We bought a piñata and ate a special cake that my mom used to eat in her childhood. 

There was so much that I still wanted to do, so on our last Friday we went to Cascadas Tamanique. It was a steep hike down the canyon from town, but we were eventually rewarded with a beautiful set of waterfalls.

We swam in the pools and jumped off some cliffs. Leif made several motions to jump off the same cliff as well, but we told him that he would have to wait until he was older.

The next day was my last full day in El Salvador, and I wanted to go out with a bang. Chaparrastique, also known as Volcán de San Miguel, is the southernmost ultra prominent peak in the country, and until very recently, had been too active to climb, with large eruptions as recent as 2015. When I initially planned my trip, I didn’t even think climbing this volcano a possibility, but I learned through Nahuat Tours that the minister of geology had determined the mountain safe enough to climb. Zach was flying out that day, which meant I would be on my own. This would require the longest drive, as we had to go all the way from El Zonte to the “Wild East”. Apparently the people on this side of the country look and sound different, and perhaps the most glaring distinction is how they eat pupusas. I was mostly concerned with the heat. Erick joked that when people from San Miguel go to hell, they complain that it’s too chilly. I could find no trip reports online, aside from a YouTube video which didn’t delve into the details surrounding mileage and elevation gain. Nahuat Tours didn’t have much information either, again leaving such details to the local guides. To prepare, I brought a lot of water and expected the worst. What I experienced in the end was a moderate hike with agreeable temperatures.

Erick and the gang were outside of Villa Letty at 4am. I snuck out of the room trying my best not to wake the baby, grabbed my lunch from the fridge and threw my stuff in the back of the car. Chico and Young Erick were crammed in the back seat, while Gerardo had other tours to lead that day. The drive was long, but not terrible as El Salvador is a small country. We reached the town of Conacastal where we met our local guide Fernando. From there we hopped in the back of a 2WD pickup truck, then drove south along RN16S until reaching La Placita. We turned off the paved road here and continued up dirt and cobblestone roads further up the northwestern side of the volcano.

Riding in the back of a pickup truck was so fun, but just another day for the average Salvadoran. We drove to 3,800 feet where the road simply became too steep. Our driver gave it a couple shots, but there was no point in pushing it since we already saved about a thousand feet by driving up to this point.

We continued hiking up the road through a cedar forest. The road ended soon after but we picked up a trail. We passed a big family group who had started from Conacastal earlier in the morning. While this peak is somewhat reclusive to the “intrepid traveler”, it seems reasonably popular with the locals. We left Erick to hang back with them, while Fernando, Chico and Young Erick continued with me at a faster pace.

Fernando asked if I wanted to go up the rocky way or the sandy way. To me the answer was easy, so I requested rocky. An overgrown but well defined use trail ensued, but the dirt was solid and travel was generally easy.

Soon we emerged from the thick jungle, and the western expanse captured my attention. Volcán de Usulután, Cerro Taburete, Cerro El Tigre, Volcán de Tecapa and Volcán de Chinameca flooded the expanse before me.

More inland ran the Sierra Madre.

There was a nice breeze keeping us cool. We would need it because the next thousand feet would comprise of the worst volcanic scree to climb up that I have experienced to date.

It was the classic two steps up, one step down. I had a trekking pole with me that made the section bearable, but I eventually lent this to one of my young guides as he was having more difficulty than I was.

There wasn’t really a trail, but more of a path of erosion. One thing was clear, and that was to continue upwards.

Things started to get easier as we neared the top. A big block of solid rock caught my eye, so I decided to find a scramble route up.

I picked a class 4 route straight up the rock to add some juice to an otherwise non technical hiking trip. This can of course be completely avoided, and I think my guides looked at me quizzically for taking such an unnecessarily dangerous route in the first place.

Shortly after we reached the crater rim.

We dropped down to the flat sandy section beneath us and walked to the edge.

Inside, the fumaroles were seeping out of the yellow rock. There was no visible lava, but the volcano was clearly very active. Our local guide Fernando claimed that he scrambled halfway down the crater, and it was probably for the best that he didn’t go any further.

After the very cool detour, it was time to continue to the peak. We headed east and scrambled back up the crater rim.

The rim was easy to follow and there was a use trail most of the way.

After a few more minutes of hiking we made it to the top.

To the northeast was the city of San Miguel.

To the southeast were Laguna de Olomega, Volcán de Conchagua and La Union.

To the south was the summit crater.

To the west was the flat area from where we examined the depths of the crater. In the distance was Volcán de Usulután.

To the northwest was Volcán de Chinameca.

A point on the opposite side of the crater looked like it could potentially be higher, so I requested that we traverse the entire crater rim, even though Fernando confirmed that we were standing on the highest point. For these types of things you can’t be too sure.

To circumvent the rim, we had to drop into a small notch. Climbing out of this was a loose mess, but we eventually made it back atop the high rim. The travel was very easy and breathtaking, with everchanging views in all directions.

Once we reached the summit contender, it was clear that the opposite point was higher, however I am glad we chose to go this way.

-Volcán de Conchagua

-Laguna de Jocotal & Punta Mango

-Endless Beaches

As we continued circling, we got more views into the depths of Chaparrastique.

We got back to our original starting point of the rim traverse where we ran into the kids from the family we saw earlier. The parents were still below making their way up the loose scree. Among them was older Erick, chatting away about different business opportunities. I would not be patient enough to wait for him to reach the top. He turned around without me asking, but he would end up taking a long time to descend. We took the sandy (sandier) route down this time, which I was really looking forward to. This was some of the best scree skiing I have ever done, however this bliss was interrupted since I had to wait for Erick many times. I finally decided to enjoy the sandy portion of the descent uninterrupted, and wait for Erick down below. It was a very nice descent while it lasted, and afterwards we found a spot in some shade back in the forest. Fernando claimed that he made it from crater rim to dirt road in under 20 minutes. We ended up waiting for over an hour, and needless to say I was pretty annoyed. Once he finally showed up, I grumpily walked the remaining distance down to the road, and later to the car.

As we approached the car, I started to sense big animals moving in the nearby brush. Several heads of cattle were grazing the mountain slopes.

Our driver was waiting for us right where he left us. The hike was 6.3 miles round trip with 3,400 ft of total gain (including the crater rim traverse). Please keep in mind that this does not include the section we were able to drive. We dropped off Fernando in Conacastal, then began our long drive back to El Zonte. Traffic was pretty bad towards the end of the drive, but I was able to make it back in time for dinner. This will for sure be a trip that I will never forget.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K9ENCjN5o7M&t=5s

[sinfullypassionate]

The Nanny - G.D. { Part Nine }

summary: weeks had passed since receiving the letter from violetta about getting custody of winifred, it was the first court date and let’s say... things aren’t always as they seem.

a/n: sweats hi. after many moons... i’m back with this series. i stopped writing due to some personal reasons but i’m back and i’m thankful for every single one of you who are still very much into this series. also idk if anybody still cares about this series but i’m updating anyways. hope you all enjoy xx

Y/N paced back and forth in the hallway of the court house, Grayson was on his way from dropping Winnie off at Camron’s and the court hearing was at noon sharp. “Y/N, there’s nothing to worry about. everything is going to be fine.” Mahogany told her, her baby bump now beyond huge. the twins were due any day now. Y/N glanced at her best friend and took a small breathe, “i know you’re right it’s just... what if we actually lose her, Mango?” She asked, her voice low as tears started to well in her eyes. Mahogany looked at her best friend and soon to be sister in law with sad eyes, carefully she got up from the bench and walked over to her - wrapping her arms around her she held her tightly. At this point, Y/N was at the verge of tears. Nobody had heard from Ethan or Colson the past couple days and Grayson still wasn’t there.

As if on queue, Grayson walked down the hallway towards his bride to be and sister in law. He took Y/N in his arms and held her close, shushing her as he could hear her cry a little. “Don’t worry, babe. Nobody is gonna take our girl from us.” He spoke in a soft voice, he closed his eyes and rested his head on top of hers as they stood there quiet. Grayson still was wonder where and hell his twin was, Ethan had been m.i.a. the past couple days, along with Cameron’s boyfriend Colson - it was strange really. Usually Ethan stuck close to home but he reassured his twin brother that everything was fine and both him and their sister’s boyfriend just needed to get away for a little while but it made no sense seeing as Mahogany was about to pop any day now. Grayson had a gut feeling Ethan was hiding something from him, he hated that feeling but he knew eventually Ethan would show up and explain what the hell was going on.

The clock stuck noon and everyone could feel their hearts skip a beat, Y/N took a deep breathe as she pulled away from her fiance and looked up at him. “I don’t want to see her, Gray. I hate her.” She spoke with gritted teeth which caused Mahogany to giggle a little. “I know, I know. I hate her too, baby. But, she’s not going to win. I know that in my heart. Winnie will always be your daughter not hers.” The taller male spoke in a sweet, soft voice. Y/N just smiled a little, she didn’t really know how to feel at this point. So many emotions were rushing through her body, she just wanted this whole thing to be over and done with; she should be planning her wedding right now, not fighting in a damn custody battle with Grayson’s crazy ex booty call. Taking another deep breathe, Y/N reached over and grabbed Mahogany’s hand as Grayson wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “We got this. Let’s do this.” He shot them both a smile before heading inside the court room. Violetta soon showed up twenty after twelve, Mahogany rolled her eyes as she saw her. “It’s like she’s trying to look bad, this case started almost a half hour ago.” The red headed beauty scoffed, causing Y/N to giggle. “I love you, Mango. Oh so much.” The woman smiled, kissing her best friend’s cheek.

Around one forty in the afternoon, the hearing was in full swing. Violetta was certain she deserved to have rights to Winnie. “I’m her mother! I want to be apart of her life, she’s my only baby. The light of my life, I never wanted to leave her but Grayson gave me no choice.” She faked a sniffle, causing both Y/N and Mahogany to roll their eyes. “I didn’t do anything to cause you to not be in my daughter’s life. You dropped her off at my mother’s doorstep and said ‘here’. Don’t claim to care about you!” Grayson growled, Y/N rested her hand on his leg and almost automatically he calmed down. “Oh please! the moment you met that-that bitch you’re with you forgot all about me!” Violetta hissed and the judge slammed her gavel against her podium, shaking her head. Everyone became quiet but only until Y/N finally spoke, “Your honor, I didn’t even know Grayson until Winnie was six months old so the plaintiff is clearly lying.” She told the older woman. “Can you prove that Mr. Dolan had indeed known Miss. Y/L/N at the time you became pregnant and had said child with Mr. Dolan?” The judge looked at Violetta was frantically going through papers which caused Y/N to once again roll her eyes. “I had proof right.. here but I can’t for some reason find it.” The older woman laughed a little, “Hmm.. it also says that you’re asking for not only full custody but also child support?” The judge arched an eyebrow and stared at Violetta. “Of course, you can expect me to raise this child alone. I will need help with her things for school and clothes and food and stuff..” The bubble headed blood trailed off, popping her gum which caused Grayson’s blood to boil.

Another hour passed and Y/N felt like running over and pouncing on top of Violetta, she never thought she could hate someone so much before. She glared over at her, clenching her fists so hard she could almost feel the blood against her palm. It wasn’t until the judge called her name that Y/N finally snapped out of it. “What was that?” She asked, shaking her head and turning her attention back up towards the older woman across the room. “I said unless you both can prove that Miss. Flores has the wrong intentions of asking for custody of Winifred, I have no choice but to at least grant her joint custody and have Mr. Dolan pay child support.” The moment those words left the judges mouth, Mahogany could see Violetta snicker and fist bump with her friend who came with her. Before Grayson could say anything, the doors to the court room opened and Ethan walked in and following close behind was Colson.

“Your honor we have proof that Violetta has ill intentions of trying to get custody of Winnie.”

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tags: @vinylhazza @pineappledols @mmmmmgd @starlightdolan @graysavant

#grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #dolan twins

[mxndoscyarika]

Food Cravings (Mando x Reader)

Author’s note: This was inspired by a conversation I had with @thick-dick-daddy-mando last night! Special thanks go to her for specifically the second part of this oneshot ;) Love ya, baby mango!

Summary: Two times that reader tortures Din in public, and the one time he catches her in private.

Warnings: food, sexual themes, smut

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You couldn’t help it. The bustling market combined with the blistering heat and a long day of ship repairs was plenty of reason to wander off and find yourself a snack, right? It had been a while since you had felt the weight of a warm wrap in your hands, the aroma of smoky spiced meat and crisp vegetables drifting around you. Eating dry, bland ration packs satisfied your stomach, but it did nothing for your food cravings.

So you had caved, splitting off from Mando’s side and venturing to the row of food vendors lining the street. Stands of meat rotated over orange flames that sent bright embers flying towards the sky. What originally began as a sphere of pale dough quickly transformed into a flatbread of sorts that was pillowy yet strong enough to wrap around its meat and vegetable filling.

You returned to the mandalorian with the food quick enough that he didn’t even notice you’d disappeared. When he turned around, he tilted his head to the side.

“When did you get that?” he asked, bewildered. After all, he’d only spent a couple minutes buying some cloth for the child. The last he knew, you’d been right next to him.

Smiling, you answered, “Just now. We should pick something up for you and the kid before we leave; it’s not every day that we have this nearby.”

“Well we don’t have much time” he replied, looking further down the street. “Batuu is pretty calm, but you never know who’s around. Let’s just get what we need and head back to the ship.”

“Right right, I’ll just finish this really quick then.”

As you looked down at the somewhat oversized wrap, you realized that there was no way you’d be able to eat it all quickly or easily. Unless…

Carefully, you folded the excess flatbread over, turning it into a cylindrical shape. Though you were mostly focused on trying not to spill the filling onto the ground, you could feel Din’s eyes bearing down on you.

You met his gaze as you stuffed one end into your mouth, the circumference of it filling you to the point that you needed to inhale through your nose.

The mandalorian stood still as a statue. But his helmet remained tilted down towards you. Towards your mouth. His fingers twitched at his side, then stilled. If it weren’t so loud in the marketplace, you would’ve been able to hear his deepened breaths.

Warm spices and a creamy sauce coated your tongue, some of it dribbling out the corner of your mouth as you took a bite. Gripping the remainder of the wrap in your hand, you took your index finger and swiped up the straying liquid, sucking it clean from your finger with your eyes still locked with Din’s.

“It’s good,” you said, using both hands to push more into your mouth. Voice muffled by the food, you added, “We can keep going. It might be a while before I finish.”

“R-right,” he croaked, clearing his throat. He gestured to follow him, beskar glinting deliciously in the sun. “Let’s go.”

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Look, you didn’t expect to end up on Weirlyn. You’d heard about it before, and the only thing you remembered was that it was ridiculously humid. For some, it would’ve been a perfect getaway from work. But for you? It was just a ridiculously hot jungle that happened to lead a ridiculously hot mandalorian to his next job.

“Are you sure you want to look find a job here?” you asked, unbuttoning your outer jacket and slipping it off. He’d landed the Crest a short distance away from a village, the top view of the ship only partially shaded. In the wet heat of the planet? The ship was very quickly becoming its own kind of oven. “There are plenty of other places.”

“This is a good place for us to relax for a bit,” he answered, flicking some switches into their off position. “Once I get the quarry, that is. The vegetation will conceal our ship, and the village seemed pretty hospitable.”

“You always work so hard,” you said, pouting. Though the ship’s air conditioning system seemed to be working overtime, the air temperature had risen enough that a thin sheen of sweat covered your skin. “So stressed. Are you not melting in the armor?”

He shook his head. “It’s fine.”

“You sure?” you asked, tilting your head. “If you get too hot in that, I wouldn’t mind if you took it all off.”

At that, a huff of air escaped the mandalorian. “I have a high heat tolerance.”

Humming softly, you stood from your seat and patted his bicep. “Alright, but you’re buying me something cold when we get to the village.”

Din quickly realized what a mistake that was. You and he had left the child in his quarters, which were away from the windows and would stay cool enough for the time being. When you’d both arrived at the village, you were greeted with carts of cold treats. Despite living in such a hot climate, those who lived there were able to find ways to make it more bearable.

You had turned down a bowl of bafta ice cream, which had come in many different flavors and had a bizarrely stretchy consistency, and opted for an orange frozen rectangle on a stick. It was sweet and sticky against your tongue, the taste resembling a fruit whose name you couldn’t quite place a finger on.

Noticing that it was starting to melt and drip onto your hand, you licked it from the base to the top. Turning it to the other side with a simple glide of your fingers, you repeated the action.

The mandalorian simply watched you, not even shifting as you met his eyes once again. Your lips wrapped around the top of the treat and sucked lightly.

This time, you heard his sharp intake of breath. Smirking a little, you tilted your head and sucked on the sides, cleaning it up. You let out a soft moan, though you were imagining a different flavor. Never did Mando’s gloves look more enticing, with their orange tips and worn leather. As you licked back up with the flat of your tongue, you wondered what he would taste like.

It was no secret to yourself nor Din that you both felt an attraction to each other, but neither of you had gone past subtle innuendos and teasing. You told yourself it was fine; that your relationship would develop at its own rate. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t give your Mando a little push.

Giving him a taste of what he was missing out on, you slipped the frozen remainder--about the two-thirds the length of your hand--into your mouth, taking the opportunity to wipe your hands off on your pants. Your lips were sticky with sweetener, cheeks slightly sucked in as you worked your tongue around the ice in your mouth. All while keeping your eyes locked on Din.

You pulled it out slowly, its surface shining and slippery. Looking up at him innocently, you asked, “Are you ok, Mando?”

He finally broke eye contact with you, glancing down as he shifted on his feet. The large tent in his pants partially obscured the ground. No, he thought. He was absolutely not ok.

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“Hey y/n, I brought something back for you,” a modulated voice said, disrupting your half-lucid nap. “I thought you’d like something different this time.”

Spinning idly in the copilot’s chair, you examined the dauntingly thick skewer Mando held out to you. The aroma of perfectly charred meat filled the cockpit.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” you cooed, taking it from him. Up close, you realized that it was much bigger than you’d originally thought, the weight of it almost bending the wooden stick. You felt your cheeks warm as your mind strayed to the thought of Din giving you something else warm and thick.

Noticing your hesitation, Mando said, “I have a plate and some utensils if that’ll be easier for you.”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m used to big meat,” you reassured, winking at him. If he was blushing or not, you couldn’t tell. But he shifted and placed his hands on his hips, drawing your attention to the unarmoured area between his legs.

Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly stuck the tip into your mouth. Your eyes nearly rolled back as the combination of sweet and salty coated your tongue. Despite his typically low standards of food, he knew exactly what you liked.

Groaning softly, you tried to pull off a bite. It was stuck. Hoping you’d find better luck further down, you relaxed your jaw and went down another inch or so before trying again. You closed your eyes in bliss as more of the salty-sweet taste flooded your mouth, breathing slowly through your nose.

You opened your eyes to Din watching you intently, as he had many times before. Finally pulling it off the skewer, you let out a moan that had Mando’s brain shuttering. He wanted to hear it again, but he also wanted your mouth wrapped around something else. Something bigger.

When you finally swallowed and smiled up at him, he shook his head.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, cyar’ika,” he growled, a hint of amusement laced in his tone. The low rumble of his voice made your core tighten involuntarily, the food forgotten. You snapped out of your trance as you felt him pluck it from between your fingers and set it on the plate he’d brought with him.

“Din, what are you doing?” you asked, looking up at him from your seat. The mandalorian towered over you, the pauldrons of his armor making him look impossibly broad and strong. To some, he may have looked intimidating. But not to you.

“The better question is: what are you doing?” he responded, standing between your knees. Heat radiated off of him as you blushed and tried to play innocent.

“W-what do you mean?”

A shiver ran down your spine as he grabbed your chin and tilted your face up, the orange tips of his gloves caressing your jaw and passing lightly over your lips. Your breathing deepened as he pressed his thumb against your lower lip. It took every ounce of self-control for you to keep your lips sealed, wanting him to answer you before moving forward.

He chuckled softly, the sound nearly enough to make you moan. The dark visor bore down on you, making your cheeks warm. “You think I haven’t noticed, mesh’la? The beautiful sounds you make as you eat? The way you look at me, imagining it’s me who is filling you up?”

“Are you sure you’re not just projecting, Din?” you quipped, smirking. “If I remember correctly, you seemed to have an extra pulse rifle stowed in the front of your pants on Weirlyn. Or am I mistaken?”

He tilted his head. “Talking back now, huh?”

“What are you going to do about it, mandalorian?” you question, glancing down at the prominent bulge. Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you wondered if he was as big as he looked.

“I’ll give you something that’ll keep your mouth busy,” he replied. His fingers left your face to unzip his pants and slip his hard cock out of its confines.

Your mouth watered as you took in the view. He was definitely bigger than you thought he’d be, but you weren’t complaining. Especially not as his glove hand started stroking slowly, causing a bead of precum to shine at his tip.

Smirking, you replaced his hand with yours and got to work.

#the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin #star wars #my writing

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

E with Kaito, Zack and Peco? If you’re alright with that

E is for equal and I am more than all right with that, this is a good ship.

Being slightly in love with Kumon Kaito isn’t an entrance requirement for Team Baron as much as it’s an inevitability, as much standard-issue as their red-and-black jackets and gray waistcoats. Some of it’s probably purely physical--he’s handsome enough, he’s got poise and grace, there’s a sort of giddy rush that comes with the matter-of-fact movement of his hands on your arm or leg as he corrects a move or gets you back on time. But just as much of it is the sense of certainty, the clear knowledge that he knows what’s going on even if you don’t. It’s intoxicating.

He knows it happens, too, knows that everyone on the team is nursing at least half a crush. Peko’s actually gotten the impression that he’d rather they didn’t. He’s not exactly someone who welcomes affection. He barely even likes most of them.

Except Zack. He definitely likes Zack. Well, everyone likes Zack. That’s not even a team thing, that’s just a general fact of life, if you’ve met Zack there’s at least a seventy-five percent chance that you like Zack. Still, sometimes when Kaito’s talking to Zack he almost smiles, which is a big deal.

So.

Kaito likes Zack, in his particular impenetrable Kaito way which could be friendly and could be something more. Zack has a very natural and obvious crush on Kaito.

And Peko, proud owner of both the best slingshot aim and the worst luck in Zawame, is desperately in love with both of them, and has been considering eating his nicest hat for several days now in the hopes of making it stop.

At least he can talk to Zack, who nearly chokes on his smoothie when Peko says, as innocently as possible, “So what were you and Kaito talking about the other day? You were busy for a while.”

Zack coughs, swallows the rest of his mouthful of banana-and-mango smoothie, and says, “Oh, you know. Team stuff.”

--

At first Zack kind of hated Kaito. Who did he think he was, barging in and taking over Azami’s team like he had any right to it? Zack had briefly considered leaving for another team, but then again, that would have meant leaving Peko behind, and that was entirely unacceptable. So he’d stayed. And by the time he’d realized that he was having feelings about Peko that Azami would probably kill him for, he’d come around on Kaito, too.

Or, more accurately, he’d fallen slightly in love with Kaito, because Kaito just has that effect on people. Which seems to be more of an irritation to him than anything; it’s not as if he likes most people.

Except Peko. He definitely likes Peko. Granted, you’d be an idiot to not like Peko, everyone does. Peko is inherently likeable. He’s cheerful and good-natured. Zack’s considered petitioning the city to make it illegal for him to wear hats that make his hair flop in his eyes.

What had he been thinking about?

Right. Kaito, inasmuch as he has friendly feelings towards anyone, likes Peko. Peko has a radiantly obvious crush on Kaito, slightly more so than most of the other members of Team Baron.

Zack is left trying to figure out when the hell he fell in love with the two most wildly different people he interacts with on a daily basis and how he can make it stop. Having a crush on Peko is bad enough when he has dinner with the guy and his sister every couple of weeks and thus has to weather Azami’s knowing looks; being simultaneously continuously distracted by the set of his team leader’s mouth is just. Obnoxious.

And then, of course, everything gets very confusing, so when Peko asks him a perfectly reasonable question he nearly chokes on his smoothie in an effort to stop himself from saying, Well, Kaito and I were talking out some new choreography and then I think he nearly kissed me. "Oh, you know," he manages after a moment. "Team stuff. New moves, new music."

Peko nods enthusiastically. Why does he have to be so cute? "That's pretty exciting! I mean, not that I don't like our current choreography, but it'd be good to change things up a little, right? To keep people's interest?"

"Yeah, definitely, I--" --can't stop thinking about Kaito except when I'm thinking about you. "I think it's going to be good. Here, I’ve got samples of some of the potential new music on my phone.”

--

Kaito doesn't like people. They are, for the most part, useless, obnoxious, and weak. Zack, however, is neither weak, nor useless, and his obnoxiousness is variable and mainly connected to how good he looks on any particular day.

Peko's weakness is arguable, but he's...

Kaito doesn't generally like to think of anything or anyone as "cute," and is trying not to make a habit of it.

In any case, Zack and Peko are transparently interested in each other, and perhaps if they start dating then Peko will be on time to practice more often. Kaito has decided that he's not going to examine the odd feeling he gets when he thinks of them together. He's certainly not going to let himself have any more lapses in self-control like the other day's. He's sure that Zack would have allowed the kiss, but he's not interested in being simply tolerated.

Peko is most likely better for Zack, anyway, and Zack is definitely better for Peko. Thus, Kaito resolves firmly not to pursue his own absurd infatuations any further.

After barely two days, though, he finds his resolve being thoroughly tested when Zack manages to corner him after practice and open the conversation with, "Hey, look, Kaito, about the other day."

Kaito looks up at him, quietly resentful of the fact that looking up is even necessary, and says, "Were you interested in revisiting the new musical choices?"

Zack's eyes narrow. "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"I don't see any need to discuss the other aspects of our conversation."

“Not even the--look, you know.” Zack gestures incoherently, looking frustrated and slightly embarrassed. A momentary glance around to make sure that none of the other members of the team are lurking nearby before, “Did you actually want to kiss me or am I imagining things?”

Kaito glares at him. “Whether or not I did is immaterial, you’re interested in Peko.”

A suspended pause. “I’m--I mean, I am, yeah, but he’s got the worst crush on you, so it’s not like that’d go anywhere. Besides, his sister would kill me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Zack, Azami thinks you’re--repeat that first part.”

“...did you not notice that Peko’s got it bad for you?”

“For how long, exactly?”

At which point, of course, Peko rounds the corner already saying, “Hey, we were looking for you guys, did you want to go to Drup--” and stops dead when they turn simultaneously to stare at him, and Kaito briefly considers leaving dance completely and going into something which causes less emotional turmoil. Politics, perhaps.

Peko is blushing. Zack is also blushing. Kaito feels somewhat warm, which means he’s likely blushing himself, which is not to be borne, so he cuts directly to the point. “Peko, I need you to settle a question.”

A slow nod. “O...k?”

“Zack is under the impression that you’re...interested in me.”

Peko jumps. His hat nearly falls off. “I mean. Uh. Yeah. But you’re sort of obviously into Zack, and he’s definitely into you, sorry, Zack, apparently we’re just talking about this now? So it’s not like I was going to bring it up or anything.”

“I had gotten the distinct idea that you and Zack were--I’m sorry, Zack is what?”

Zack stares fixedly into space for a long moment, long enough that Peko begins to look visibly worried and Kaito allows himself the beginnings of concern. When he finally speaks, it’s very quietly. “So if I’ve got this straight, I’ve been twisting myself in knots for a while now because I was interested in both of you and thought you were more into each other, and you’ve both been doing the same thing.”

Kaito scowls. “That seems to be the case, yes. I don’t believe I signed up to be the protagonist in some sort of romance comic.”

“Oh, no, if this was a romance comic one of you probably would have slapped the wall already.” Both Kaito and Zack turn to look at Peko, who grins awkwardly and scratches the back of his head. “I’m just saying. All I know is it wouldn’t be me, it’s always the tall guy and I’m kind of the opposite of that.” He adjusts his hat, avoiding both of their gazes. “So did you want to come to Drupers?”

Intensely irritated in a way that he can’t quite pinpoint, and which is only made more confusing by the overlaid sense of relief, Kaito says, “Yes,” and grabs Zack’s hand, ignoring the startled noise the gesture produces. He grabs Peko’s hand as well in passing, and Peko lets out a squawk that’s offensively charming and stumbles along after him. “I’m going to get the largest parfait Bandou will make me, and we’re going to discuss this later.”

Peko has to quicken his pace to keep up with Kaito’s quick steps, while Zack shortens his stride a bit in order to stay with them and says, “And you’re not concerned about people staring at us walking down the street holding hands like this?”

“They can stare if they want to.” Kaito is feeling distractingly pleased, and it’s taking more effort than he cares to consider to keep a smile off his face. “It’s not any of their business.”

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Another Word for Family - erasermic

Title: Another Word for Family

Rating: M

Pairing: erasermic

Word Count: 10k+

Summary:

Shouta would never forget the way she’d whispered, in a voice that made it sound like she was on the verge of breaking apart from the inside out, face pressed into Shouta’s shoulder, thank you.

The words were haunting, as if she’d never expected to be saved, as if she never thought they’d keep her, as if she was still down there, in those dark labs, arms covered in bandages, being torn apart. 

Notes: A fic for the lovely @corndog-patrol for our server’s giftswap, who probably had no idea that I would somehow combine all of their prompts (1. Sexiest Mic Ever, 2. Dadmic with Eri, and 3. Erasermic formal wear) into one fic. I know you said no rats or you would scream, but there’s no way I could resist that. Please don’t yeet this into the void before giving it a chance, lmao. Love you!

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Another Word for Family

“She seems upset.”

Shouta’s thumb slips where he’s feeding his baby blue silk tie through its knot. He licks his bottom lip, tasting a bit of mango from the chapstick Hizashi had less than subtly thrust his way once he’d stepped out of the bathroom, the blond’s palm scrubbing over his freshly shaven face. Hizashi had said, “Soft…” before sliding the pad of his pointer finger across Shouta’s mouth, and continuing with, “Unlike other things.”

Now, he turns around, pulling the tie through and smoothing it down against his dress shirt. Hizashi is standing facing the full length mirror, eyebrows pulled together in contemplation, green eyes shining more than usual with the thin line of glimmering gold eyeliner penciled along his upper lid. They’re downcast, though, seemingly staring at his equally metallic oxford shoes.

The last time he’d worn them, Hizashi’s face had been dimpled by his stretched grin, eyes curved up in little crescents, happily tapping the hard soles against the wooden floor of their living room. It had been their anniversary, and Shouta had decided that while he may have said he hated the shoes when his husband practically pressed his face against the display window in the mall, he quite loved the way Hizashi’s smile seemed to inch larger and larger each time his feet skipped across the floor.

That was the thing about being in a relationship, something Shouta quickly learned the first time he felt himself falling in love with the other man, it wasn’t about you anymore.

Humans are inherently selfish, but Shouta would give Hizashi everything he had, and when he had nothing left, he’d go find more just for him, all for him.

Shouta walks across the room, coming up behind his half-dressed husband, Hizashi’s shirt still hanging on the back of their closet door, along with at least seven other options. It’s times like these Shouta is happy he only has about three suits, and that his hero work bulked him up enough that formal wear was one aspect of Hizashi’s closet he couldn’t really slip into with the blond’s penchant for wearing everything very tight.

Shouta slips his hands through the space between Hizashi’s arms, pulling the other man against his chest as he rests his chin on the blond’s bare shoulder. His palms go to Hizashi’s lightly fuzzed stomach, stroking over the soft skin.

Maybe he couldn’t fit into Hizashi’s clothes like he could in college, but he sure as hell had plenty of fun appreciating the way they looked on his husband’s body.

One of Hizashi’s hands comes overtop his, and the other reaches up to stroke through Shouta’s hair.

“Who is upset?” Shouta asks. “Right now, it looks like you.”

Hizashi snorts lightly, a forced, sarcastic laugh. He sighs out heavily afterward.

“Eri.”

Shouta’s teasing smile drops off his face, his body straightening up to look at Hizashi in the mirror.

“What makes you say that?” he asks.

It had been a little over two months that the girl had been living with them as an official member of their family. Before that, she’d been living at the dorm, hospitals, and being traded around between the teachers. She certainly spent a fair amount of time at Shouta and Hizashi’s house, but never permanently, never as part of their household, not really. It took a lot of paper work and house visits, and more than one very difficult meeting with the adoption representatives in which they discussed the morbid possibilities of their chosen professions, but they’d finally adopted Eri.

Shouta would never forget the way her eyes spilled over with tears, the way her cheeks flushed red with joy as she laughed and smiled and hugged them both with a grip tighter than he knew was possible from a girl her age.

He’d never forget the way she’d whispered, in a voice that made it sound like she was on the verge of breaking apart from the inside out, face pressed into Shouta’s shoulder, thank you. The words were haunting, as if she’d never expected to be saved, as if she never thought they’d keep her, as if she was still down there, in those dark labs, arms covered in bandages, being torn apart.

In that moment, he’d looked to Hizashi and saw a harsh determination in those eyes. It was one he hadn’t seen since the man was a boy, shorter, lankier, face shoved into the pavement, speaker prototype crushed beside him, staring at Shouta from across the alleyway where their first internship experience had gone more than a little bit wrong.

I’ll get us out of here, he’d promised, blood spilling out of the corner of his mouth, mixing with the gravel.

He did.

Shouta didn’t have to voice his thoughts, 10 years of marriage made silent communication easy.

We’re not done rescuing, he’d thought. We still have to save her.

Hizashi’s eyes bore into his, answered, we will.

Shouta sighs, steps back from Hizashi, using his hands on the other man’s stomach to turn him around. Hizashi looks sadly up at him from beneath his long lashes.

“I know,” Shouta admits. “Some days are good...but…”

“More days are bad,” Hizashi finishes. “Anymore, at least.”

“She seems to be getting more distant again, like she was when we first took her from Overhaul. I thought she warmed up so much...I don’t know why she’s reverting…”

Hizashi shakes his head, stepping around Shouta to sit on the bed. He lightly clicks the toes of his shoes together, a sad half smile flicking onto his face for a moment.

“Do...do you think it’s us? Or…”

Shouta narrows his eyes, assessing the slump to Hizashi’s shoulders, the way his arms are held tighter against his sides than usual. Everything about him screams defeated, insecure.

“Or what?” Shouta prods, already knowing the answer.

“Is it me?”

Shouta opens his mouth, rebuttals piling up inside his throat one after another, but Hizashi holds up his hand and closes his eyes.

“I just...I know I’m not doing anything wrong. I know. I don’t mean that I think she hates me or something, but she doesn’t seem comfortable with me the way she is with you. Her face lights up when you come home...she wants you to read her stories...she brings her drawings to you first. It’s just…obvious she prefers you.”

“That’s not…” Shouta shakes his head. “That’s just because I was on the rescue mission. She prefers Midoriya to the other students as well because he saved her. That has nothing to do with who you are...it will fade.”

“I know,” he sighs. “I just wish I could make her feel safe and happy.”

“You do.”

Hizashi opens his eyes and gives Shouta a soft smile, but it doesn’t feel confident.

“I just worry that the reason she’s becoming more distant is because you’ve started picking up more patrols and I’m home more than you now. Maybe she just doesn’t feel comfortable with me.”

“That comes with time,” Shouta insists, sitting down on the bed beside Hizashi. He reaches a hand over to grab Hizashi’s hand, squeezing gently.

“I don’t think it’s possible for someone to not warm up to you,” Shouta says. “I certainly did, and believe me, I tried very hard to ignore you.”

Hizashi laughs, a genuine, rich, charming noise. It makes Shouta’s heart pick up a bit, makes his skin feel a little warmer, relaxing into the sound.

“I’m serious,” Shouta says, leaning over to kiss Hizashi’s cheek. “Even if she’s still a little guarded around you, it will go away. She has a home now, for the first time, and that’s going to take some getting used to. Having people around her constantly, having someone excited to see her, interested in what she’s doing, that’s all foreign to her. I’m...calmer...you know? It’s easier for her to relate to.”

“Are you telling me I have to be quiet, is that it?” Hizashi’s pout is over the top, exaggerated in a way that lets Shouta know he’s kidding, teasing, that Shouta’s words are making him feel more like himself again.

“Well, a little quiet couldn’t hurt,” Shouta jokes back, sliding his hand around Hizashi’s back to place it on the blond’s still bare hip. He pulls Hizashi toward him, into a half hug.

“We’re a family. It’s not about you or me. It’s about us. All of us. If she’s sad, that’s on both of us. We’ll help her, we’ll fix it. She’s still recovering and it’s our job to make sure we do whatever we can to help that process be as painless as possible,” Shouta says, rubbing his thumb into Hizashi’s side soothingly. “But we’re all recovering. So it’s okay for you to have off days too.”

Shouta knows this part is important, makes sure Hizashi’s eyes are focused on him when he says it, because the other man had a tendency to put everyone else’s needs before his own in a way that sometimes became unhealthy. He also had an insane ability to manifest self-guilt out of seemingly nowhere, over seemingly nothing.

“She loves you.”

“I know,” Hizashi says, and his voice is confident, clear. A smile sits comfortably upon his face and Shouta feels himself exhale.

“Okay, now are you going to let me go to this fancy award show of yours with my hair the way I want it or are you-”

“No way! I’m doing it!” Hizashi jumps up, his energy rebounding spectacularly.

Shouta sighs, but it’s fake, and the quirk to his lips makes that plenty clear as Hizashi runs to the bathroom to grab a brush and some hairbands.

He leans back on his elbows, staring up at the ceiling with a half-smile on his face, listening to the sounds of his husband rummaging around in the drawers.

Slowly, though, his smile drops off as his mind wanders to Eri. Was she doing alright getting ready? She’d insisted on picking out her own clothes, but had hesitantly agreed to allow Hizashi to do her hair as well. Shouta bites at his lower lip.

Hizashi had been doing her hair since before they’d adopted her. Some days she’d practically skip over to him in the teacher’s lounge with a hand full of colorful clips and bobbles that one of the students had bought her.

So why had she looked so unsure of herself when they’d offered to help her get ready for the event tonight?

The door to the bathroom swings back open and Shouta is torn from his thoughts, watching as Hizashi approaches with a smile and a bottle of hairspray.

“No, no, no, none of that!” Shouta protests, sitting back up, glaring at the metal spray can.

“But it’s humid today! They’re taking pictures outside when we arrive!” Hizashi defends as he sits down on the bed again.

“I don’t care. That stuff is so hard to get out.”

“I’ll get it out for you!”

Shouta raises his eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah,” Hizashi says, smirk on his face, as he drops his voice lower. He leans close, chest pressed against Shouta’s upper arm and shoulder as he whispers into his ear. “I’ll lather it up real good, my hands massaging your scalp, sliding through your hair, then down your neck, your back, your-”

“Okay, okay-” Shouta gasps, pushing Hizashi away. “Save it for later. We’re running out of time.”

Hizashi laughs, sitting back a bit. “Since when do you care about being on time to these things?”

Shouta looks away, to their slightly cracked bedroom door and the hallway beyond it.

Since Eri.

“I just want to get this over with,” he says instead, not wanting to let Hizashi know he shares the other man’s concerns about their new daughter’s emotional state.

“Fine, fine,” Hizashi says and begins brushing out the tangles in Shouta’s hair. “I’ll make this quick.”

Shouta leans into the touch, closing his eyes. As tense as he was feeling right now, this was always relaxing. Hizashi had an amazing, gentle nature.  

If he wasn’t careful, he’d end up being lulled to sleep like this.

Then we’d never make it to the award show, he thinks.

Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

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